<?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-4637905211367975261</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:57:15.632Z</updated><category term='Vidas'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='Doces'/><category term='Sociedade'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Pessoas'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Crime'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='Vida; Coragem'/><category term='Dor'/><category term='Escola'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Vida; Tempo'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Pensamento'/><category term='eu'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Aniversário'/><category term='Filha'/><category term='Objectivos'/><category term='Coragem'/><category term='Ilusão'/><category term='Tecnologia'/><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='Cães'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Gastronomia'/><category term='Testes'/><category term='Emoções'/><category term='Escorpião'/><category term='Economia'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Signos'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Valores'/><category term='Horóscopo'/><category term='Família'/><category term='S. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4mElfcog98/TrhXLUiRk_I/AAAAAAAABQE/11YDj7qh2kE/s1600/conv_areais_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4mElfcog98/TrhXLUiRk_I/AAAAAAAABQE/11YDj7qh2kE/s320/conv_areais_web.jpg" width="320" /&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/4637905211367975261-2822750454778366395?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2822750454778366395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2822750454778366395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2822750454778366395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2822750454778366395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-com-muito-orgulho.html' title='É com muito orgulho!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4mElfcog98/TrhXLUiRk_I/AAAAAAAABQE/11YDj7qh2kE/s72-c/conv_areais_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-980225040597887650</id><published>2011-10-19T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:19:51.960+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economia'/><title type='text'>Economia paralela versus Economia de paralelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjS5MC0LnAo/Tp8-VERIKlI/AAAAAAAABP8/qO-l-YjRoNQ/s1600/EconomiaParalela1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjS5MC0LnAo/Tp8-VERIKlI/AAAAAAAABP8/qO-l-YjRoNQ/s400/EconomiaParalela1.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje, por cá, vou falar da crise, dessa maldita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após as declarações do Sr. Ministro das Finanças Vítor Gaspar, é impossível ficarmos indiferentes, pois os tempos que se avizinham vão ser efectivamente muito difíceis. O consumo vai diminuir, logo, as vendas diminuem, por sua vez a produção irá diminuir e com isto a Economia não cresce. Mais insolvências, mais despedimentos, mais depressões, mais criminalidade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das medidas anunciadas por Vítor Gaspar (que é assim que ele gosta de ser tratado), é a possibilidade de os contribuintes poderem deduzir no IRS 5% do IVA dos bens e serviços que compram no dia a dia. Para que tal aconteça, é necessário pedir a factura (como lhe chamam, quando na verdade é o recibo ou venda a dinheiro). A semana passada, fiquei estupefacta quando verifico a numeração do recibo que me foi dado (depois de eu o solicitar). Estamos quase no final do ano e tinha o número 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, não tinha de ter a necessidade de pedir o recibo. Se eu pago IVA sobre esse bem ou serviço, teria de me ser entregue de imediato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, como temos de pedir, como é possível que a maioria dos portugueses não o faz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem qual é a consequência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de termos uma economia de paralelos, temos uma economia paralela. Sempre existirá, eu sei. Julgo utópico deixar de haver no Portugal e no mundo economias paralelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vamos a um restaurante e pagamos € 10,00, estamos a pagar IVA mas a partir do momento em que não pedimos um recibo, o imposto que supostamente deveria ir para o Estado, fica para a empresa, o que significa que os contribuintes pagam mais imposto e as empresas menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, a verdade é que a Economia Paralela representa aproximadamente&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; da Economia legal.&lt;br /&gt;30 % que poderíamos pagar a menos se todos os cidadãos pedissem recibos sobre todos os bens e serviços que consomem, independentemente do valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façam o favor de começarem a pedir recibos nos cafés, restaurantes, cabeleireiros, lojas, gasolineiras, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-980225040597887650?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/980225040597887650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=980225040597887650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/980225040597887650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/980225040597887650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/10/economia-paralela-versus-economia-de.html' title='Economia paralela versus Economia de paralelos'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjS5MC0LnAo/Tp8-VERIKlI/AAAAAAAABP8/qO-l-YjRoNQ/s72-c/EconomiaParalela1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2745432489610794889</id><published>2011-10-11T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:42:01.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio imperfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wveKNwso_w/TpOCb3afC_I/AAAAAAAABP4/FO5WB57_yvs/s1600/vazio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wveKNwso_w/TpOCb3afC_I/AAAAAAAABP4/FO5WB57_yvs/s320/vazio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias assim! Em que um vazio invade a alma. Dou por mim cheia de pensamentos confusos, como se de uma sopa de letras se tratasse. Por mais que tente organizá-los, não consigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abstraio-me de mim mesma com a esperança de que a "imagem" se tornará nítida, mas o nevoeiro insiste em manter-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resolvi, então, tentar descobrir os pensamentos dos outros, no meio da multidão... Multidão essa que me faz sentir ainda mais perdida, levando-me a um estado de solidão desejando por fim, estar efectivamente sózinha, para não mais me perder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez por estar longe de quem realmente me ama e de quem realmente amo, sinto este vazio... imperfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fará qualquer sentido este estado? Fará sentido sentir-me uma mulher bem resolvida, bem equilibrada emocionalmente e mesmo assim sentir esta profunda tristeza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez seja normal... De um vazio imperfeito passará para um perfeito vazio e aí tudo fará sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para os que tiveram a paciência de ler esta (também) sopa de palavras, deixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-2745432489610794889?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2745432489610794889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2745432489610794889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2745432489610794889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2745432489610794889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/10/vazio-imperfeito.html' title='Vazio imperfeito'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wveKNwso_w/TpOCb3afC_I/AAAAAAAABP4/FO5WB57_yvs/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-746974688301717306</id><published>2011-09-14T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:34:54.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Mais uma meta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCtgLaVUwBI/TnCP8dDYnhI/AAAAAAAABP0/aePugpo1WAU/s1600/escolas.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCtgLaVUwBI/TnCP8dDYnhI/AAAAAAAABP0/aePugpo1WAU/s320/escolas.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi o primeiro dia de escola pré-escolar da minha Leonor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardava muitas expectativas. Correu bem. A minha piki esteve muito bem a manhã toda, mas a prova de fogo é amanhã. Hoje estive a manhã toda na escola, pois era a reunião de apresentação. Amanhã ela ficará sozinha. Confesso que continuo um pouco ansiosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de socializar-se bem comas restantes crianças, auxilares e educadora, estava muito vaidosa por estar na escola... sentia-se importante, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta constante da Leonor durante toda a manhã: "Mamã, então? Mas não vou aprender a escrever?" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou assim, um longo e muito importante ciclo na vida da minha bonequinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-746974688301717306?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/746974688301717306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=746974688301717306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/746974688301717306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/746974688301717306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/09/mais-uma-meta.html' title='Mais uma meta!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCtgLaVUwBI/TnCP8dDYnhI/AAAAAAAABP0/aePugpo1WAU/s72-c/escolas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-636083769869422454</id><published>2011-09-06T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:40:13.769+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Para a minha princesinha Jujú...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;... Que hoje completa 3 aninhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.meusrecados.com/%22%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://img.meusrecados.com/feliz_aniversario/0038.gif%22%20border=%220%22%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.meusrecados.com/%22%3E%3Cb%3ERecados%20de%20Feliz%20Anivers%C3%A1rio%3C/b%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meusrecados.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.meusrecados.com/feliz_aniversario/0038.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meusrecados.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recados de Feliz Aniversário&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nesta caminhada da vida, contes muitos anos, muitas alegrias, muito sucesso e principalmente muitos sonhos pois a possibilidade de realizá-los é que torna a tua pequena mas grande vida interessante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno da Titia :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-636083769869422454?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/636083769869422454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=636083769869422454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/636083769869422454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/636083769869422454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-minha-princesinha-juju.html' title='Para a minha princesinha Jujú...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-9184996597819721276</id><published>2011-09-05T23:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:56:06.750+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História'/><title type='text'>Rio vs Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/LwhkB7SjkGc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwhkB7SjkGc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwhkB7SjkGc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi a sua estreia, a Leonor foi vê-lo ao cinema com o meu pai e eu não pude ir, com muita pena minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, depois do jantar, a Leonor pediu-me para ver o filme e assim foi. Mas, passados os primeiros 10 minutos a Leonor cansou-se e foi brincar, restando apenas eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa única palavra, o filme é D E L I C I O S O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, a razão que me faz escrever este texto não é a Leonor, não é o filme, mas sim eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sabem, (e quem não sabe, fica a saber), eu sou brasileira, mas uma brasileira filha de portugueses naturais do Alentejo :). Para agravar, vim de lá com 5 anos. Estes factores, fazem com que os comuns mortais caiam no disparate de dizer que eu não sou brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, lamento desiludi-los, mas a minha alma é bem mais brasileira que portuguesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a minha alma é cheia de&amp;nbsp; vida, cor, samba, calor e alegria, podendo resumi-la, também, numa única palavra, E X Ó T I C A, e é por isso que todos os dias arrisco-me a V I V E R!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-9184996597819721276?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/9184996597819721276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=9184996597819721276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9184996597819721276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9184996597819721276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/09/rio-vs-eu.html' title='Rio vs Eu'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3812756356930929</id><published>2011-09-02T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:07:34.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História'/><title type='text'>Tudo vale a pena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/HbX9I605PkQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbX9I605PkQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbX9I605PkQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com um misto de sensações que oiço esta música... Com um sorriso maroto e uma lágrima no canto do olho que insiste em não cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabem o que digo meus caros? Como um dia escreveu Fernando Pessoa... "Tudo vale a pena quando a alma não é pequena" e eu sou detentora de uma grande alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3812756356930929?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3812756356930929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3812756356930929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3812756356930929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3812756356930929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/09/tudo-vale-pena.html' title='Tudo vale a pena!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6851685301301671873</id><published>2011-08-15T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:47:37.953+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>Grito mudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLgwFCIrHgQ/TkmPSdKfwdI/AAAAAAAABPw/gtSM3CJvjkA/s1600/boca_fechada_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLgwFCIrHgQ/TkmPSdKfwdI/AAAAAAAABPw/gtSM3CJvjkA/s1600/boca_fechada_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me gritar! Mas as palavras foram aprisionadas. Sinto-me numa luta de consciência, mas a dos outros bloqueia-me. Mesmo assim, não conseguindo gritar, só tenho razões para sorrir, mesmo que esse sorriso não esteja aos olhos do comum dos mortais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-6851685301301671873?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6851685301301671873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6851685301301671873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6851685301301671873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6851685301301671873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/08/grito-mudo.html' title='Grito mudo...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLgwFCIrHgQ/TkmPSdKfwdI/AAAAAAAABPw/gtSM3CJvjkA/s72-c/boca_fechada_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-4267106226817377322</id><published>2011-08-14T11:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T11:58:52.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Quando me amei de verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jaQXB1bMAKA/Tked4wkowLI/AAAAAAAABPs/OddvCnGp3Pg/s1600/ame-se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jaQXB1bMAKA/Tked4wkowLI/AAAAAAAABPs/OddvCnGp3Pg/s1600/ame-se.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância,  eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exacto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E então, pude relaxar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome... Auto-estima.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu   sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra   minhas verdades.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sei que isso é...Autenticidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse   diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu   crescimento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje chamo isso de... Amadurecimento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar   forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que  desejo,  mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está  preparada,  inclusive eu mesmo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é... Respeito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse   saudável... Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para   baixo. De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sei que se chama... Amor-próprio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer o meu tempo livre e  desisti  de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projectos megalómanos de  futuro. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sei que isso é... Simplicidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer sempre ter razão e, com isso, errei muitas menos vezes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje descobri a... Humildade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de   preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho no presente, que é onde a   vida acontece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é... Plenitude.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que minha mente pode me atormentar  e  me decepcionar. Mas quando a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se   torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tudo isso é... Saber viver!!!"&lt;/b&gt; - Kim McMillen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li e reli algumas vezes... E a pergunta que faço a mim mesma é sempre a mesma... Será que me amo de verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resposta é só uma. Estou aprender a amar-me de verdade :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-4267106226817377322?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/4267106226817377322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=4267106226817377322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4267106226817377322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4267106226817377322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-me-amei-de-verdade.html' title='Quando me amei de verdade'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jaQXB1bMAKA/Tked4wkowLI/AAAAAAAABPs/OddvCnGp3Pg/s72-c/ame-se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3880084360825844405</id><published>2011-07-20T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:15:05.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Eu e a Amizade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZN7YanmUA4/Tic2_MP62lI/AAAAAAAABPo/Nh1Cn7tsF4E/s1600/amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZN7YanmUA4/Tic2_MP62lI/AAAAAAAABPo/Nh1Cn7tsF4E/s320/amizade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava no carro, quando ouvi que hoje é o dia da Amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei a casa, sentei-me em frente ao computador e depois de ler os e-mails e as novidades no Facebook, decidi fazer uma referência ao dia. Ainda li alguns pensamentos, mas depressa fechei a página e decidi escrever o que na alma me vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito ouvimos falar na amizade e em amigos. Todos os dias. Ouve-se falar dos amigos como se de algo comum se tratasse, mas não é! Confundimos empatia com amizade. Eu própria o confundi tantas e tantas vezes. Conhecia alguém por quem sentia uma grande empatia e daí até dar um voto de confiança era um instante. Depressa desabafava por vezes as coisas mais íntimas de mim, da minha vida privada. Tudo por causa de um sorriso, de uma simpatia, à procura de um gesto de amizade, e no fundo talvez uma necessidade interior para que as pessoas gostassem de mim. Insegurança, eu sei.... Sempre me disseram que sou naif... Sou! Mas acho que já fui mais.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida por vezes é madrasta, e quando o sentimos na pele, começamos a olhar à nossa volta e começamos a notar alguma faltas. Nunca somos convidados e os nossos convites são negados, chamadas não atendidas não têm retorno e assim sucessivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, hoje olho à minha volta e sei com quem posso contar. Sei que tenho amigos. Poucos, mas que não têm preço! Só faz falta quem está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também eu tenho a minha culpa. Também eu, com toda a certeza tenho as minhas lacunas. Hoje, vejo-as de uma forma completamente diferente do que via há um ano atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que quando a Amizade é verdadeira por muitos erros que tenhamos cometido, a amizade não acaba, não morre. Por muitos defeitos que tenhamos, e eu tenho os meus, é assim que gostam de nós, de uma forma completa, como um todo. Significa que o pilar foi bem construído, que é forte e que com um terramoto até pode abanar, mas não cai. Essa é que é essa, e eu cansei-me de construir castelos na areia. Amar as qualidades, isso é coisa pouca! Amar os defeitos? Isso sim, tem muito que se lhe diga e não é para qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que eu vejo a Amizade. É assim que eu vejo os meus amigos. Não são perfeitos, assim como eu não sou, mas são meus e são os melhores AMIGOS DO MUNDO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus melhores amigos do mundo, OBRIGADA por fazerem parte do meu mundo, de serem os elos mais fortes da minha corrente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo um beijo terno e eterno a todos os meus amigos que sei que vêm cá, a todas as pessoas por quem nutro uma grande empatia e que também os guardo no meu coração e a todos os que me visitam, porque com toda a certeza serão o melhor amigo de alguém :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3880084360825844405?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3880084360825844405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3880084360825844405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3880084360825844405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3880084360825844405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-e-amizade.html' title='Eu e a Amizade!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZN7YanmUA4/Tic2_MP62lI/AAAAAAAABPo/Nh1Cn7tsF4E/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7306118160547946944</id><published>2011-07-17T18:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:24:01.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doces'/><title type='text'>Bolo de chocolate Eugénia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cc8bHF1OP8/TiMVcnNKlmI/AAAAAAAABPg/jmIl8LL_qJM/s1600/17072011%2528003%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZOo0uE7Ejs/TiMVdGIhUHI/AAAAAAAABPk/o6w0gs3OBUk/s1600/B_Chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZOo0uE7Ejs/TiMVdGIhUHI/AAAAAAAABPk/o6w0gs3OBUk/s400/B_Chocolate.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente tive tempo e vontade de fazer o Bolo de Chocolate, cuja receita, já me havia sido dada há umas semanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porquê, mas ultimamente cozinhar, tem tido um sabor diferente. Talvez seja o meu estado de espírito, esta sensação de paz que me invadiu e que faz com que tudo tenha outro sabor, não só os cozinhados, mas a VIDA em si. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai a receita :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5 ovos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 chávenas de chá de açúcar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 chávenas de chá de farinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 chávena de chá chocolate em pó&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (1/2 leite e ½ amargo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 chávena de chá óleo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 chávena de chá de água morna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 colher de sobremesa de fermento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 pitada de sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Modo de preparação:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Juntar os ingredientes pela mesma ordem, um a um. Untar a forma com manteiga e farinha. Vai ao forno a 180º, cerca de 45’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7306118160547946944?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7306118160547946944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7306118160547946944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7306118160547946944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7306118160547946944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/07/bolo-de-chocolate-eugenia.html' title='Bolo de chocolate Eugénia'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZOo0uE7Ejs/TiMVdGIhUHI/AAAAAAAABPk/o6w0gs3OBUk/s72-c/B_Chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7816052642580051633</id><published>2011-07-12T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:57:32.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objectivos'/><title type='text'>Zás-trás!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRuqJeo1ed8/ThzQPZhpHzI/AAAAAAAABPc/Ul8LXUFHoRI/s1600/trancada1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRuqJeo1ed8/ThzQPZhpHzI/AAAAAAAABPc/Ul8LXUFHoRI/s320/trancada1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me soube tão bem fechar uma porta.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um objectivo atingido.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me em velocidade cruzeiro. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me feliz, sinto-me viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7816052642580051633?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7816052642580051633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7816052642580051633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7816052642580051633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7816052642580051633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/07/zas-tras.html' title='Zás-trás!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRuqJeo1ed8/ThzQPZhpHzI/AAAAAAAABPc/Ul8LXUFHoRI/s72-c/trancada1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6997713012594503757</id><published>2011-07-11T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T01:54:19.346+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objectivos'/><title type='text'>Grão a grão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx-CMx3W2Cc/ThpIyt68LSI/AAAAAAAABPY/_5Fb-6WkSYM/s1600/graphic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx-CMx3W2Cc/ThpIyt68LSI/AAAAAAAABPY/_5Fb-6WkSYM/s400/graphic1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns meses atrás defini quais os meus objectivos, metas a atingir.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um conquistado!&lt;br /&gt;Grão a grão enche a galinha o papo. &lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me feliz por isso. :)&lt;br /&gt;Agora, há que arregaçar as mangas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo eterno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-6997713012594503757?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6997713012594503757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6997713012594503757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6997713012594503757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6997713012594503757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/07/grao-grao.html' title='Grão a grão...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx-CMx3W2Cc/ThpIyt68LSI/AAAAAAAABPY/_5Fb-6WkSYM/s72-c/graphic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5201038731830025857</id><published>2011-07-04T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:59:22.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>Emoções ao rubro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RthNvdMMLhc/ThG4YKRF5II/AAAAAAAABPU/qSKDwlFkwss/s1600/fogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RthNvdMMLhc/ThG4YKRF5II/AAAAAAAABPU/qSKDwlFkwss/s1600/fogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Consegui e sinto-me feliz por isso. Tão feliz que ao mesmo tempo que os meus lábios se rasgam de alegria os meus olhos enchem-se de água. Eu consegui!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-5201038731830025857?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5201038731830025857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5201038731830025857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5201038731830025857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5201038731830025857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/07/emocoes-ao-rubro.html' title='Emoções ao rubro!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RthNvdMMLhc/ThG4YKRF5II/AAAAAAAABPU/qSKDwlFkwss/s72-c/fogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-8122107628642454995</id><published>2011-07-04T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:20:46.286+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hm9nFIZUjU8/ThGTnL58fNI/AAAAAAAABPM/EcidInf3BoI/s1600/contagem%252Bdecrescente%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hm9nFIZUjU8/ThGTnL58fNI/AAAAAAAABPM/EcidInf3BoI/s1600/contagem%252Bdecrescente%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta espera mata-me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-8122107628642454995?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/8122107628642454995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=8122107628642454995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8122107628642454995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8122107628642454995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/07/5.html' title='5...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hm9nFIZUjU8/ThGTnL58fNI/AAAAAAAABPM/EcidInf3BoI/s72-c/contagem%252Bdecrescente%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-4517904854834161881</id><published>2011-07-02T12:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:33:53.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saúde'/><title type='text'>Ai a minha...... Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZNB_RWlWcs/Tg7-z80UfuI/AAAAAAAABPA/fZEoPm8VQTM/s1600/mama-3-235x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZNB_RWlWcs/Tg7-z80UfuI/AAAAAAAABPA/fZEoPm8VQTM/s1600/mama-3-235x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui fazer uma ecografia mamária. Há algumas semanas, ao fazer o auto-exame, notei algo de diferente, uma pequena dor e uma ardência à volta do mamilo. Marquei consulta e foi-me receitada a ecografia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que não gostei das expressões da médica enquanto fazia a Ecografia... É que fez mesmo umas caras estranhas... Disse para não me preocupar, mas não a achei nada convincente. Eu acho que não sou nada paranóica, mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, agora é curtir estes dias e logo se vê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-4517904854834161881?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/4517904854834161881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=4517904854834161881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4517904854834161881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4517904854834161881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/07/ai-minha-mama.html' title='Ai a minha...... Mama!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZNB_RWlWcs/Tg7-z80UfuI/AAAAAAAABPA/fZEoPm8VQTM/s72-c/mama-3-235x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7548506592460805548</id><published>2011-06-30T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:15:21.133+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>Ai, aiiiiiiiiii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou feliz, muito feliz. Gozando o momento, pois são estes momentos que nos fazem perceber o quão vale a pena viver e lutar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por hoje ter sido um dia de luta, sinto-me tão cansada, mas tão cansada e algo me diz que nos próximos dias o meu cansaço vai piorar e as minhas pernocas vão precisar de massagens... Muitas! Carro imobilizado por ter me terem batido nele. Bah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje apesar de estar feliz, estou muito cansada para beijos eternos e ternos. lol &lt;/b&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/4637905211367975261-7548506592460805548?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7548506592460805548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7548506592460805548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7548506592460805548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7548506592460805548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/06/ai-aiiiiiiiiii.html' title='Ai, aiiiiiiiiii...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1427897294375337389</id><published>2011-06-21T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:27:37.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>Ainda a propósito de Medo e um Sorriso...</title><content type='html'>O Medo aumenta e o rasgo do sorriso também... Façam figas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a mim, e porque tudo é pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDAQkAJBuck/TgBjhq0EaCI/AAAAAAAABO8/bgL-MCGlF1E/s1600/board-13-amuletos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDAQkAJBuck/TgBjhq0EaCI/AAAAAAAABO8/bgL-MCGlF1E/s320/board-13-amuletos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Abuso de tudo quanto é amuleto! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1427897294375337389?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1427897294375337389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1427897294375337389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1427897294375337389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1427897294375337389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/06/ainda-proposito-de-medo-e-um-sorriso.html' title='Ainda a propósito de Medo e um Sorriso...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDAQkAJBuck/TgBjhq0EaCI/AAAAAAAABO8/bgL-MCGlF1E/s72-c/board-13-amuletos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-8889752003003374750</id><published>2011-06-17T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:01:58.120+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>Medo e um sorriso!</title><content type='html'>Hoje aprendi a encarar o medo de uma forma diferente... Quando sentimos medo, é sinal que algo de muito importante está para acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo uma retrospectiva, todas as vezes que senti medo... Aqueles medos, cujas, consequências me marcaram de uma forma ou de outra, sucederam-se sempre coisas muito importantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque falo do medo? Do meu medo? Porque neste momento sinto muito medo... Sim... Algo de importante está para acontecer... E eu vou estar cá... Com um sorriso, mesmo que seja acompanhado por lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgyE5SqqtQo/TfqWMS7ow5I/AAAAAAAABO4/bB8Ixf1zXk4/s1600/my_smile.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgyE5SqqtQo/TfqWMS7ow5I/AAAAAAAABO4/bB8Ixf1zXk4/s320/my_smile.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto sentirem medo do medo... sorriam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-8889752003003374750?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/8889752003003374750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7263557537551836604</id><published>2011-06-09T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:33:22.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura'/><title type='text'>Há coisas fantásticas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIRBq10h4rU/TfCegkmyAGI/AAAAAAAABNs/32Ofw4Ignm0/s320/lES+PAUL.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já é normal, a Google homenagear pessoas, datas e acontecimentos, alterando a sua imagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não é excepção e para 96º aniversário de Les Paul, fez uma pequena brincadeira, tornando a imagem Google, uma guitarra virtual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os mais curiosos, para saber um pouco mais soube Les Paul, basta clicar &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Paul"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem tocar umas guitarradas, cliquem na imagem e divirtam-se a passar com o rato por cima da imagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7263557537551836604?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7263557537551836604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7263557537551836604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7263557537551836604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7263557537551836604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-coisas-fantasticas.html' title='Há coisas fantásticas!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIRBq10h4rU/TfCegkmyAGI/AAAAAAAABNs/32Ofw4Ignm0/s72-c/lES+PAUL.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2813104753872201926</id><published>2011-06-05T02:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:26:53.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eleições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Dever de cidadã!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YgOVqSC9zRw/TerXlq_VNpI/AAAAAAAABNY/zZPKXzHo3yc/s1600/imagesCABO09ZE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YgOVqSC9zRw/TerXlq_VNpI/AAAAAAAABNY/zZPKXzHo3yc/s1600/imagesCABO09ZE.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O voto se não é obrigatório, deveria ser. Confesso que nem sempre fui votar, mas não por vontade própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há um sítio onde vá onde não oiça falar mal deste e daquele político... por muita discussão que haja nos cafés, entre amigos, nas escolas ou famílias... Parece-me que todas a dada altura terminam da mesma forma... "São todos iguais!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que são todos iguais? Será que são os políticos que são todos iguais? Ou será a sociedade que se está a tornar "homogénea"? Digo isto de forma pejorativa, pois acho que vivemos numa sociedade em que cada vez é mais individualista e que vive uma grande crise de valores, crise essa que é notória na classe política. Estes últimos anos são um bom exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não partilho da mesma opinião. Talvez seja crente, crédula, ingénua. Não sei. Mas já diz o velho ditado que "A Esperança é a última a morrer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto ou mais irritante que a situação política em que vivemos actualmente, é ver toda a gente lamentar-se, queixar-se, e quando há eleições, a maioria é da &lt;strong&gt;abstenção&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A abstenção não significa descontentamento, representa sim, falta de responsabilidade, por isso, &lt;strong&gt;SE O VOTO FOSSE OBRIGATÓRIO EM PORTUGAL O QUE MUDAVA&lt;/strong&gt; era a noção de responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é o meu dever de cidadã, eu vou votar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-2813104753872201926?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2813104753872201926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2813104753872201926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2813104753872201926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2813104753872201926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/06/dever-de-cidada.html' title='Dever de cidadã!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YgOVqSC9zRw/TerXlq_VNpI/AAAAAAAABNY/zZPKXzHo3yc/s72-c/imagesCABO09ZE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-4766514136807365893</id><published>2011-06-05T00:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:46:45.226+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Lídia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg4DTsO1k74/TerCN97xqEI/AAAAAAAABNU/6R-IGf3fD4Y/s1600/imagesCA3FWLG5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg4DTsO1k74/TerCN97xqEI/AAAAAAAABNU/6R-IGf3fD4Y/s1600/imagesCA3FWLG5.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha querida, sendo tu um elo muito especial da minha corrente, não posso deixar de te homenagear, também aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele pacotinho cor-de-rosa não está vazio. Dentro leva todo carinho e amizade que tenho por ti . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho, também, este pequeno soneto de Vinicius de Moraes para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Soneto de aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Passem-se dias, horas, meses, anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Amadureçam as ilusões da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Prossiga ela sempre dividida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Entre compensações e desenganos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Faça-se a carne mais envilecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Diminuam os bens, cresçam os danos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Vença o ideal de andar caminhos planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Melhor que levar tudo de vencida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Queira-se antes ventura que aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;À medida que a têmpora embranquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;E fica tenra a fibra que era dura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;E eu te direi: amiga minha, esquece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Que grande é este amor meu de criatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Que vê envelhecer e não envelhece."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Deixo-te um beijo terno e eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-4766514136807365893?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/4766514136807365893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=4766514136807365893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4766514136807365893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4766514136807365893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/06/parabens-lidia.html' title='Parabéns Lídia!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg4DTsO1k74/TerCN97xqEI/AAAAAAAABNU/6R-IGf3fD4Y/s72-c/imagesCA3FWLG5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1294370683716658152</id><published>2011-06-05T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:47:22.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>Só para ti!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-vhJDo-u2c/Tequ0ua-Z4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/ckalRKbXRJo/s1600/4445108661_61c68274d9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-vhJDo-u2c/Tequ0ua-Z4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/ckalRKbXRJo/s320/4445108661_61c68274d9.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu querido e doce amigo Luís, hoje e julgo que pela primeira vez o Meu Mundo é dedicado a ti, não de forma exclusiva, porque também vou homenagear uma querida amiga, mas de uma forma especial, pois não posso estar contigo para te dar um abraço, julgo que desejado por ambos :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com muita tristeza minha que não o faço amanhã...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da distância, quero e desejo que passes um dia muito mas muito Feliz, pois cada ano que fazemos é uma benção e se há pessoa que merece és tu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como poeta de corpo e alma que sei que és, deixo-te aqui um pequeno poema, não meu, que não sei escrever... Mas de um dos meus poetas de eleição, meu compatriota, Carlos Drummond de Andrade. Espero que gostes, pois é muito sentido por alguém que&amp;nbsp;te Adora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Desejo a você... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruto do mato &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheiro de jardim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namoro no portão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo sem chuva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segunda sem mau humor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado com seu amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvir uma palavra amável &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter uma surpresa agradável &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite de lua Cheia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rever uma velha amizade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter fé em Deus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não ter que ouvir a palavra não &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem nunca, nem jamais e adeus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rir como criança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvir canto de passarinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrever um poema de Amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nunca será rasgado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Formar um par ideal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomar banho de cachoeira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprender uma nova canção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperar alguém na estação &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queijo com goiabada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pôr-do-Sol na roça &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma festa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um violão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma seresta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordar um amor antigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter um ombro sempre amigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bater palmas de alegria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma tarde amena &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calçar um velho chinelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentar numa velha poltrona &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tocar violão para alguém &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvir a chuva no telhado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinho branco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolero de Ravel... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E muito carinho meu".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beijo terno e eterno com um xi coração :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1294370683716658152?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1294370683716658152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1294370683716658152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1294370683716658152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1294370683716658152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-para-ti.html' title='Só para ti!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-vhJDo-u2c/Tequ0ua-Z4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/ckalRKbXRJo/s72-c/4445108661_61c68274d9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3338925115761781861</id><published>2011-06-02T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:20:15.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-4556647018809409625</id><published>2011-05-16T11:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:17:26.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Ponto pérola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xqWxY81Saw/TdEFmBaSK-I/AAAAAAAABMw/M_XQc5eFds0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607269161824824290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xqWxY81Saw/TdEFmBaSK-I/AAAAAAAABMw/M_XQc5eFds0/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há dias assim... Dias em que sem qualquer razão aparente, uma lágrima foge-nos... Ainda a tentei prender... Pemaneceu em "ponto pérola"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-4556647018809409625?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/4556647018809409625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=4556647018809409625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4556647018809409625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4556647018809409625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/05/ponto-perola.html' title='Ponto pérola!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xqWxY81Saw/TdEFmBaSK-I/AAAAAAAABMw/M_XQc5eFds0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5424765255895165939</id><published>2011-05-07T09:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T09:38:35.673+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família; Filhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>Parabéns meu Amor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Oe_X0-XrQ/TcUBtzZqPfI/AAAAAAAABMo/X8O840MGDZA/s1600/Leonor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603887197736025586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Oe_X0-XrQ/TcUBtzZqPfI/AAAAAAAABMo/X8O840MGDZA/s400/Leonor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Faz precisamente hoje 3 anos que fui abençoada com a minha filha Leonor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Há 3 anos, quando a Enf. Conceição deitou a Leonor no meu colo, nunca pensei que tudo iria ser da forma que foi. Era uma sonhadora. de tudo e de nada fazia um conto de fadas. Com as expectativas da maternidade não foi de forma nenhuma diferente. Á única diferença é que os sonhos de encantar em relação á maternidade realizaram-se. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ao fim de três anos, olho para a minha filha e vejo Amor nos olhos dela, alegria nas suas palavras e vida nos seus actos. Dou por mim a pensar vezes sem conta, como uma menina tão especial e cheia de magia é minha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Orgulho-me de dizer de boca cheia que sou uma Mãe Feliz. Não posso deixar de agradecer a duas pessoas especiais toda a ajuda e dedicação que sem elas não sei como teria sido... Obrigada Mãe por não te limitares a ser a Avó Bia e obrigada Pai por seres mais que um Pai para a Leonor. Vocês estão em todos os sorrisos e alegrias da minha bonequinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A ti meu amor, desejo que mantenhas toda a tua magia por toda a tua vida. E como tu tantas vezes dizes à Mamã... "Amo-te bery!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E é já toda chorona (lol) que vos desejo um óptimo Sábado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-5424765255895165939?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5424765255895165939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5424765255895165939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5424765255895165939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5424765255895165939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/05/parabens-meu-amor.html' title='Parabéns meu Amor!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Oe_X0-XrQ/TcUBtzZqPfI/AAAAAAAABMo/X8O840MGDZA/s72-c/Leonor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-559112945452666252</id><published>2011-05-04T21:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:31:24.627+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anedotas'/><title type='text'>Casamento de surdos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Um surdo e uma surda se casaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a primeira semana, eles descobriram que eram incapazes de se comunicar na cama quando a luz estivesse apagada, pois não podiam enxergar a linguagem dos sinais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de várias noites pensando em alguma solução, a esposa disse, gesticulando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Querido, por que não fazemos alguns sinais simples? Por exemplo, à noite, se você quiser fazer sexo comigo, pegue no meu seio esquerdo uma vez. Se não quiser fazer sexo, pegue no meu seio direito uma vez. O marido acha uma grande idéia e gesticula de volta para a esposa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ótima idéia! E se você quiser fazer sexo comigo, balance meu pinto uma vez. Se não quiser, balance meu pinto 250 vezes, BEM RÁPIDO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Recebido por e-mail)&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="justify"&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/4637905211367975261-559112945452666252?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/559112945452666252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=559112945452666252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/559112945452666252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/559112945452666252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/05/casamento-de-surdos.html' title='Casamento de surdos!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1621808833931170726</id><published>2011-05-01T13:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:23:34.283+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Para a minha Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_x9mNq-eB6w?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se por falta de inspiração ou não, as palavras não saem. Mas mais importante do que qualquer palavra que possa escrever sobre a minha mãe (para mim a melhor Mãe do Mundo) é ser a melhor mãe do Mundo para a minha filha Leonor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser a melhor mãe do mundo não é com toda a certeza fácil. Como é que o sabemos? Nos pequenos actos. Porque o Amor vê-se e sente-se nas pequenas coisas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos que somos a mlehor mãe do mundo, quando por exemplo, acordamos com a nossa filha a fazer-nos festinhas, dando-nos beijinhos e chamando-nos de anjinho. É em momentos como este que nos sentimos a melhor mãe do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza que não teria estes momentos se não tivesse a MÃE que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo para a minha MÃE, a melhor, e um  beijo para a minha FILHA, a melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1621808833931170726?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1621808833931170726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1621808833931170726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1621808833931170726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1621808833931170726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/05/para-minha-mae.html' title='Para a minha Mãe!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_x9mNq-eB6w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1124079839464448120</id><published>2011-04-28T23:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T01:09:11.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coragem'/><title type='text'>Tomada de consciência.</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei com um nó na barriga... Um frio no estômago... Mas não eram borboletas. Um momento difícil se adivinhava... Fui contando cada minuto até receber o telefonema a confirmar. À medida que a hora se aproximava... O nervoso miudinho aumentava e como aumentava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas sabem que mais? Derrepente, enquanto conduzia, ergui a cabeça e sorri para mim mesma. Vou conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, consegui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me como se acordasse de um pesadelo. Pesadelo? Não. Não diria tanto. Um sonho a preto e branco. Tudo para mim neste momento tem mais cor, mais vivacidade, mais alegria e acima de tudo esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de não estar aos olhos dos mais distraídos, tanta coisa está a acontecer-me. Tanta coisa aconteceu-me. Coisas que me transformaram na mulher que sou hoje, e devo confessar que cada vez gosto mais de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes achava que perdia. Hoje tenho a certeza que quem perdeu não fui eu. Saí vencedora, e saí vencedora porque eu luto e não desisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste momento gosto de olhar à minha volta. Olho para a minha pequena Leonor e de facto não é todos os dias que se é abençoada com uma menina tão especial, tão mágica como a minha filha. Todos os dias me surpreende, me encanta, me enfeitiça... "me tudo". :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida é surpreendente e eu agradeço ter um vida surpreendente. Vivi, vivo e viverei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Derrepente acordamos e a dor e o sofrimento desapareceram. Depois perguntamo-nos... Mas onde raio está ela? Mas o que faço agora sem ela? Mais uma vez, repentinamente, paramos! Foi aí que eu tomei consciência de tanta coisa. Mas mesmo assim não convencida peguei numa balança e usei-a. Fiquei a olhar fixamente para ela. Desde o primeiro "peso" que não havia equilíbrio e eu sempre soube. E não é que (in) conscientemente sorri?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como me sinto bem. E cada vez que leio o que acabei de escrever, melhor me sinto. Porquê? Porque se para vocês isto não passam de palavras confusas e desorganizadas, para mim, ão as palavras mais coerentes que escrevi de há muito tempo a esta data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora, vou continuar a caminhar, deixando a minha marca :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600789535748663314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inX21Ti6i3s/TboAaJQGKBI/AAAAAAAABMg/lFq9lmOga3A/s320/pegadas%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1124079839464448120?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1124079839464448120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1124079839464448120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1124079839464448120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1124079839464448120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/tomada-de-consciencia.html' title='Tomada de consciência.'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inX21Ti6i3s/TboAaJQGKBI/AAAAAAAABMg/lFq9lmOga3A/s72-c/pegadas%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5465112077945167831</id><published>2011-04-23T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:06:31.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Páscoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgESHaybLPI/TbM_NKy6ieI/AAAAAAAABMY/PitC1IMiuNI/s1600/coelhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598888257220413922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgESHaybLPI/TbM_NKy6ieI/AAAAAAAABMY/PitC1IMiuNI/s400/coelhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-5465112077945167831?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5465112077945167831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5465112077945167831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5465112077945167831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5465112077945167831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/boa-pascoa.html' title='Boa Páscoa!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgESHaybLPI/TbM_NKy6ieI/AAAAAAAABMY/PitC1IMiuNI/s72-c/coelhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2431429107273125095</id><published>2011-04-12T20:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:02:25.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade in you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XucegAHZojc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to hold the hand inside you&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a breath that's true&lt;br /&gt;I look to you and I see nothing&lt;br /&gt;I look to you to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;You live your lifeYou go in shadows&lt;br /&gt;You'll come apart and you'll go black&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of night into your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Colors your eyes with what's not there&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;Strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;I think it's strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;A stranger's light comes on slowly&lt;br /&gt;A stranger's heart without a home&lt;br /&gt;You put your hands into your head&lt;br /&gt;And then smiles cover your heart&lt;br /&gt;Fade into youStrange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;I think it's strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;Strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;I think it's strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;I think it's strange you never knew"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas fantásticas não há? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-2431429107273125095?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2431429107273125095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2431429107273125095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2431429107273125095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2431429107273125095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/fade-in-you.html' title='Fade in you...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XucegAHZojc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-90845551024536354</id><published>2011-04-11T14:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:24:38.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1LpfPnjqtM/TaMBCZndCXI/AAAAAAAABMQ/TAShsDyfIzc/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594316302872021362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1LpfPnjqtM/TaMBCZndCXI/AAAAAAAABMQ/TAShsDyfIzc/s400/34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-90845551024536354?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/90845551024536354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=90845551024536354&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/90845551024536354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/90845551024536354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-hoje_11.html' title='E hoje...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1LpfPnjqtM/TaMBCZndCXI/AAAAAAAABMQ/TAShsDyfIzc/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6080086576998254066</id><published>2011-04-07T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:49:48.939+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>44 anos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVAUuyJ5-rU/TZ2__xl1cBI/AAAAAAAABL4/u0Mzkl-kVfc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592837414628716562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVAUuyJ5-rU/TZ2__xl1cBI/AAAAAAAABL4/u0Mzkl-kVfc/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês são a prova viva para que eu não desista. 44 anos de vida em conjunto. Parabéns para vocês, os meus Pais!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo da vossa filha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-6080086576998254066?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6080086576998254066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6080086576998254066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6080086576998254066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6080086576998254066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/44-anos.html' title='44 anos!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVAUuyJ5-rU/TZ2__xl1cBI/AAAAAAAABL4/u0Mzkl-kVfc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-9089083139890426245</id><published>2011-04-06T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:21:39.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>Hoje é o dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qv7ApHKmd8M/TZyS6o-Qk0I/AAAAAAAABLw/VYigMRdNG74/s1600/aniv18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592506373415932738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qv7ApHKmd8M/TZyS6o-Qk0I/AAAAAAAABLw/VYigMRdNG74/s400/aniv18.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... da minha princesinha Mariana. Minha sobrinha e também afilhada. Minha querida, parabéns pelos teus 7 aninhos e que sejas muito feliz neste dia. Um beijo e um xi coração da titia, que te adora :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-9089083139890426245?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/9089083139890426245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=9089083139890426245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9089083139890426245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9089083139890426245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-e-o-dia.html' title='Hoje é o dia...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qv7ApHKmd8M/TZyS6o-Qk0I/AAAAAAAABLw/VYigMRdNG74/s72-c/aniv18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7137006813546516076</id><published>2011-04-04T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:12:39.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love Alone Is Not Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A_OnFHJou4o?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais ou menos 3 anos ouvi esta música pela primeira vez na Rádio Comercial. Lembro-me tão bem. Fiquei apaixonadíssima. &lt;br /&gt;O curioso é que nunca consegui descobrir quem cantava... Nunca apanhava a música de início. Mas outro dia, não é que quando estava a espairecer um pouco no chat que frequento, passam esta música? &lt;br /&gt;E não é que é dos Maniac Street Preachers?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas do Diabo. ehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7137006813546516076?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7137006813546516076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7137006813546516076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7137006813546516076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7137006813546516076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/your-love-alone-is-not-enough.html' title='Your Love Alone Is Not Enough'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A_OnFHJou4o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6508259581850919427</id><published>2011-04-01T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:33:47.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é o teu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLjBa20jXog/TZWa9CbV97I/AAAAAAAABLo/jtg5D3reJRY/s1600/7-birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590544885864593330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLjBa20jXog/TZWa9CbV97I/AAAAAAAABLo/jtg5D3reJRY/s400/7-birthday-cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... Hoje o espaço do meu mundo é teu :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parabéns minha querida Inês :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-6508259581850919427?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6508259581850919427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6508259581850919427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6508259581850919427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6508259581850919427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/04/porque-hoje-e-o-teu-dia.html' title='Porque hoje é o teu dia...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLjBa20jXog/TZWa9CbV97I/AAAAAAAABLo/jtg5D3reJRY/s72-c/7-birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-220760582758562416</id><published>2011-03-21T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:42:44.573Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperança'/><title type='text'>Primavera com poesia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVSqkl7c3Ro/TYd__ocVgHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/zAtEdQTqP2Y/s1600/flores-5143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574593941143666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVSqkl7c3Ro/TYd__ocVgHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/zAtEdQTqP2Y/s400/flores-5143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soneto da Ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No teu olhar, orgulho desmedido;&lt;br /&gt;a forma como falas: ganhadora;&lt;br /&gt;no teu sorriso, um sonho reflectido&lt;br /&gt;da alma que tens, sublime e sonhadora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vives sem amor correspondido;&lt;br /&gt;nas sortes da paixão, és sofredora:&lt;br /&gt;e no desejo trazes, escondido,&lt;br /&gt;de amar uma vontade tentadora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu que tens num sonho de criança,&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade louca de alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;no azul do céu, a lua e o firmamento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aceita que é injusto o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;de não deixares jamais aproximar&lt;br /&gt;o que de ti pressente uma Esperança!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje começa a Primavera. A estação das flores. A estação onde as andorinhas começam a fintar o vento. A estação em que o cúpido vem para a rua fazendo tiros certeiros com a sua pequena flecha. Curiosamente, hoje, o primeiro dia da Primavera, é também o dia da poesia. Eu adoro poesia e finalmente encontrei o poema (ou por ele fui encontrada) para partilhar. Porquê? Meus caros leitores, ora leiam e digam-me porquê :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&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/4637905211367975261-220760582758562416?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/220760582758562416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=220760582758562416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/220760582758562416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/220760582758562416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/03/primavera-com-poesia.html' title='Primavera com poesia.'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVSqkl7c3Ro/TYd__ocVgHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/zAtEdQTqP2Y/s72-c/flores-5143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-9112156329492994484</id><published>2011-03-20T14:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:59:34.248Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperança'/><title type='text'>O primeiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaaLEMVy1rg/TYYVv9c5jVI/AAAAAAAABK4/B0OYqxpZB8Y/s1600/imagesCAG2C36A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586176301493488978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaaLEMVy1rg/TYYVv9c5jVI/AAAAAAAABK4/B0OYqxpZB8Y/s400/imagesCAG2C36A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... da reconstrução!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B &amp;amp; A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-9112156329492994484?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/9112156329492994484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=9112156329492994484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9112156329492994484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9112156329492994484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-primeiro.html' title='O primeiro...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaaLEMVy1rg/TYYVv9c5jVI/AAAAAAAABK4/B0OYqxpZB8Y/s72-c/imagesCAG2C36A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-8408599687428691217</id><published>2011-03-19T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:18:25.977Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pai'/><title type='text'>Ter um Pai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Ter um Pai! É ter na vida&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz por entre escolhos;&lt;br /&gt;É ter dois olhos no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que vêem pelos nossos olhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um Pai! Um coração&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas amor encerra,&lt;br /&gt;É ver Deus, no mundo vil,&lt;br /&gt;É ter os céus cá na terra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um Pai! Nunca se perde&lt;br /&gt;Aquela santa afeição,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a mesma, quer o filho&lt;br /&gt;Seja um santo ou um ladrão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez maior, sendo infame&lt;br /&gt;O filho que é desprezado&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mundo; pois um Pai&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa ao mais desgraçado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um Pai! Um santo orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Pró coração que lhe quer&lt;br /&gt;Um orgulho que não cabe&lt;br /&gt;Num coração de mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora ele seja imenso&lt;br /&gt;Vogando pelo ideal,&lt;br /&gt;O coração que me deste&lt;br /&gt;Ó Pai bondoso é leal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um Pai! Doce poema&lt;br /&gt;Dum sonho bendito e santo&lt;br /&gt;Nestas letras pequeninas,&lt;br /&gt;Astros dum céu todo encanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um Pai! Os órfãozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Não conhecem este amor!&lt;br /&gt;Por mo fazer conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Bendito seja o Senhor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Poema de Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sabendo que também tu Pai, és amante da poesia, este foi o melhor presente que encontrei para te oferecer, neste dia que hoje é teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mais do que um poema, reflecte o Pai que és para mim e para a minha filha, assim como aquilo que sinto por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4637905211367975261-8408599687428691217?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/8408599687428691217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=8408599687428691217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8408599687428691217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8408599687428691217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/03/ter-um-pai-e-ter-na-vida-uma-luz-por.html' title='Ter um Pai!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-402593602045370465</id><published>2011-03-14T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:11:39.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Caligrafia vs Personalidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcpFSZ1f3O8/TX4g7hcg4OI/AAAAAAAABKw/rsHLZp5Ga9M/s1600/imagesCA6ZZN51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583936794948329698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcpFSZ1f3O8/TX4g7hcg4OI/AAAAAAAABKw/rsHLZp5Ga9M/s400/imagesCA6ZZN51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um tipo de letra estreito revela que tens uma excelente capacidade de adaptação a todas as situações. Não precisas de muito espaço, nem para escrever nem para te sentires confortável. És um excelente líder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tipo de letra inclinado para a direita mostra normalmente uma personalidade extrovertida, social e receptiva para com os outros. Tens iniciativa e curiosidade com tudo o que seja novidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma assinatura legível mostra uma forte personalidade. Não precisas de te apoiar numa imagem para te expressares a ti mesmo. A tua assinatura é um símbolo de afirmação e confiança em ti próprio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu «I» maiúsculo mostra que és uma raposa. Adaptas-te às personalidades das pessoas que te rodeiam e sabes fazer com que caiam nas tuas graças. Dizes o que as pessoas querem ouvir, se bem que nem sempre o fazes por mal. Não gostas de grandes reuniões de amigos, pudera... não sabes como deves agir nesses momentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ponto mínimo sobre o "i" mostra impulsividade e exaltação. Para ti é impossível estar muito tempo no mesmo sítio. Gostas de viver rápidamente e ignoras o ritmo dos outros. És sempre o primeiro a tomar a iniciativa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O «e» com volta larga expõe uma pessoa um tanto tradicional nos seus valores. Apesar de o negares, costumas ter preconceitos e censurar algumas coisas que são diferentes e alheias aos seus princípios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um arco afiado indica que é suma pessoa idealista. Mais reflexiva que imaginativa. Mas por vezes o teu ponto de vista mais rigido obriga-te a discutires com pessoas que não pensam como tu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem quiser fazer o teste, está &lt;a href="http://opoderdaescrita.info/?fbliketeste&amp;amp;quizz=5242230&amp;amp;21859"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&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/4637905211367975261-402593602045370465?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/402593602045370465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=402593602045370465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/402593602045370465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/402593602045370465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/03/caligrafia-vs-personalidade.html' title='Caligrafia vs Personalidade.'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcpFSZ1f3O8/TX4g7hcg4OI/AAAAAAAABKw/rsHLZp5Ga9M/s72-c/imagesCA6ZZN51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2217270230030078305</id><published>2011-03-14T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:06:31.827Z</updated><title type='text'>L O V E</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JErVP6xLZwg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B &amp;amp; A  &amp;amp; MD &amp;amp; MS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-2217270230030078305?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2217270230030078305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2217270230030078305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2217270230030078305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2217270230030078305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/03/l-o-v-e.html' title='L O V E'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JErVP6xLZwg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6918638677247190704</id><published>2011-03-09T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:37:24.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Hino à dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSAzRI18NZU/TXgO2vCNmSI/AAAAAAAABKo/ciQbjZN2J0U/s1600/palhaco_triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582228071627200802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSAzRI18NZU/TXgO2vCNmSI/AAAAAAAABKo/ciQbjZN2J0U/s320/palhaco_triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sorri com mais doçura a boca de quem sofre,&lt;br /&gt;Embora amargue o fel que os seus lábios beberam;&lt;br /&gt;É mais ardente o olhar onde, como um aljofre,&lt;br /&gt;A Dor se condensou e as lágrimas correram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soa, como se um beijo ou uma carícia fosse,&lt;br /&gt;A voz que a soluçar na Desgraça aprendeu;&lt;br /&gt;E não há para nós consolação mais doce&lt;br /&gt;Que o regaço de quem muito amou e sofreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voz, que jamais vibrou num soluço de mágoa,&lt;br /&gt;Ao nosso coração nunca pode chegar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o pranto, ao cair duns olhos rasos de água,&lt;br /&gt;Torna mais penetrante e mais profundo o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lábio, que só bebeu na fonte da Alegria,&lt;br /&gt;É frio, como o olhar de quem nunca chorou;&lt;br /&gt;A Bondade é uma flor que se alimenta e cria&lt;br /&gt;Dos resíduos que a Dor no coração deixou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo quanto existe o Sofrimento imprime&lt;br /&gt;Uma augusta expressão... mesmo a Suprema Graça,&lt;br /&gt;Dando aos versos do Poeta esse esmalte sublime&lt;br /&gt;Que torna imorredoira a Inspiração que passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que a Dor, sem trégua nem guarida,&lt;br /&gt;Dor sem resignação, Dor de estóico ou de santo,&lt;br /&gt;Só de a vermos passar no tumulto da Vida&lt;br /&gt;Deixa os olhos da gente enublados de pranto."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Feijó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui ser indiferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&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/4637905211367975261-6918638677247190704?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6918638677247190704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6918638677247190704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6918638677247190704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6918638677247190704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/03/hino-dor.html' title='Hino à dor'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSAzRI18NZU/TXgO2vCNmSI/AAAAAAAABKo/ciQbjZN2J0U/s72-c/palhaco_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-185548547367890289</id><published>2011-03-01T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:24:33.990Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha próxima aventura gastronómica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lgHXqWb9fOQ?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é do vosso conhecimento, (se não é deveria ser), eu adoro cozinhar e modéstia à parte (acho) que tenho jeito para a coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho cozinhado com alguma regularidade, mas sem me aventurar, ou seja, fazendo aqueles pratos em que não corro riscos (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um pesquisa, escolhi esta receita de Bife Tártaro. Porquê esta? Porque esta foi a que me deixou com água na boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê Bife Tártaro? Porque é um dos pratos preferidos do meu namorado e para ser muito sincera não me recordo de alguma vez ter comigo, logo a curiosidade e o desafio aumentam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrariamente ao que aconteceu com o Sushi, que até hoje não o fiz, fica aqui a promessa, de uma reportagem sobre a confecção e reacções da mesma. (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-185548547367890289?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/185548547367890289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=185548547367890289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/185548547367890289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/185548547367890289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/03/minha-proxima-aventura-gastronomica.html' title='A minha próxima aventura gastronómica!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lgHXqWb9fOQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6905307800696242510</id><published>2011-02-15T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:28:35.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Geração Nem...nem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f8lo82tXbWU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;"Sou da geração sem﻿ remuneração e não me incomoda esta condição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Porque isto está mal e vai continuar, já é uma sorte eu poder estagiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;E fico a pensar, que mundo tão parvo onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Sou da geração casinha dos pais, se já tenho tudo, pra quê querer mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Que parva que﻿ eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Filhos, maridos, estou sempre a adiar e ainda me falta o carro pagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;E fico a pensar, que mundo tão parvo onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Sou da geração vou queixar-me pra quê? Há alguém bem pior do que eu na TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Sou da geração eu já não posso mais que esta situação dura há tempo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;E parva não sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;E fico a pensar, que mundo﻿ tão parvo onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não fugindo à regra, tenho de dizer de minha justiça sobre A Parva que sou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Parva que (não) sou, tenho de confessar que concordo com cada verso desta canção. Porquê? Porque descreve para o bem e para o mal a Geração "NemNem", a geração que nem trabalha, nem estuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou dormir que amanhã tenho de trabalhar. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-6905307800696242510?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6905307800696242510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6905307800696242510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6905307800696242510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6905307800696242510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/02/geracao-nemnem.html' title='Geração Nem...nem...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f8lo82tXbWU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-207839967632075659</id><published>2011-02-07T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:39:40.627Z</updated><title type='text'>YAWP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="illustration"&gt;"I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" class="illustration"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Walt Whitman)&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/4637905211367975261-207839967632075659?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/207839967632075659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=207839967632075659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/207839967632075659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/207839967632075659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/02/yawp.html' title='YAWP'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6018767575958194371</id><published>2011-01-30T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:11:35.472Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Em harmonia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/88CwoBSclkM?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" tabindex="-1" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t know your name&lt;br /&gt; But it seems that we’re all the same&lt;br /&gt; Cause when I sing to you&lt;br /&gt; You are singing back to me&lt;br /&gt; And we sing in harmony&lt;br /&gt; Harmony, we sing in melody&lt;br /&gt; Harmony, harmony&lt;br /&gt; You and I we sing in rhapsody&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In this moment&lt;br /&gt; I feel so much lighter&lt;br /&gt; In this moment&lt;br /&gt; I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Cause what I give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Comes right back to me&lt;br /&gt; And we sing in harmony&lt;br /&gt; Harmony, we sing in melody&lt;br /&gt; Harmony, harmony&lt;br /&gt; You and I we sing in rhapsody&lt;br /&gt; I will tell you all of my secrets&lt;br /&gt; I will tell you all of my chores&lt;br /&gt; All my answers, all my answers&lt;br /&gt; Lie in this song that I sing to you&lt;br /&gt; And we sing in harmony&lt;br /&gt; Harmony, we sing in melody&lt;br /&gt; Harmony, harmony&lt;br /&gt; You and I we sing in rhapsody&lt;br /&gt; All the night, all the night&lt;br /&gt; We sing in rhapsody&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;E é assim :))).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;br /&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/4637905211367975261-6018767575958194371?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6018767575958194371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6018767575958194371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6018767575958194371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6018767575958194371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/harmony-susie-suh.html' title='Em harmonia!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/88CwoBSclkM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6094628260400198754</id><published>2011-01-27T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:17:03.053Z</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yg0EWJCwD-M?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei esta música por mero acaso enquanto "passeava" pelo youtube. Há canções que parecem que foram feitas para nós :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-6094628260400198754?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6094628260400198754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6094628260400198754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6094628260400198754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6094628260400198754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-gotta-believe-yolanda-adams.html' title='I Gotta Believe'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yg0EWJCwD-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1881703060997046726</id><published>2011-01-27T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:38:42.428Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mudança'/><title type='text'>Procurando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TUGCXCyZ3pI/AAAAAAAABKI/kt-H38HJxIU/s1600/leaving_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TUGCXCyZ3pI/AAAAAAAABKI/kt-H38HJxIU/s400/leaving_F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566873946803527314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... O melhor caminho para esta nova etapa que hoje inicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mala levo folhas soltas, na esperança de as juntar, formar um livro para depois sim... Poder arrumá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que estou com medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora um passo de cada vez, com firmeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1881703060997046726?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1881703060997046726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1881703060997046726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1881703060997046726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1881703060997046726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/procurando.html' title='Procurando...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TUGCXCyZ3pI/AAAAAAAABKI/kt-H38HJxIU/s72-c/leaving_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1927615687778524914</id><published>2011-01-25T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:41:45.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Bebé vs Mulher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TT4bmrlWceI/AAAAAAAABKA/O_1NmCKSSLc/s1600/bebes046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TT4bmrlWceI/AAAAAAAABKA/O_1NmCKSSLc/s400/bebes046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565916540824875490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há algo melhor do que ser tratada como uma bebé nunca esquecendo que sou uma MULHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que me fazes sentir :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&amp;amp;A&amp;amp;MST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1927615687778524914?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1927615687778524914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1927615687778524914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1927615687778524914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1927615687778524914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/bebe-vs-mulher.html' title='Bebé vs Mulher!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TT4bmrlWceI/AAAAAAAABKA/O_1NmCKSSLc/s72-c/bebes046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-931895441725694316</id><published>2011-01-24T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:56:16.318Z</updated><title type='text'>E esta hein?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hoje o dia mais deprimente do ano e dia 20 de Junho o mais Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ver a notícia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/sociedade/cientista-estima-que-24-de-janeiro-e-o-dia-mais-deprimente-do-ano_1476803"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Votos de um bom dia para todos. Apesar do frio, mesmo assim o sol convida a sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-931895441725694316?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/931895441725694316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=931895441725694316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/931895441725694316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/931895441725694316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-esta-hein.html' title='E esta hein?'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5216364325064183073</id><published>2011-01-19T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:25:36.133Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>Balanços, balançadas e lambadas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Já o mês vai a meio, o primeiro de 2011 e já o ano velho ficou perdido no tempo e ainda em balanços, depois de balançadas e algumas lambadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Se é bom? Se é mau? Não sei... Apenas sei que para continuar a seguir em frente, tenho de continuar a resolver, cuidadosamente o que para trás ficou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não tem sido tarefa fácil. Muita coisa mudou. Para melhor? Para pior? Umas para melhor... Outras para pior... Mas acredito que o balanço final será positivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sapos engolidos, outros por engolir... Amizades perdidas. Amizades? Não! Hipotéticas amizades.  Saem umas... Entram outras... A vida é mesmo assim. Como diz a minha Amiga Sofia, são ciclos. Como diz o ditado, só faz falta quem está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E é assim. Apesar de estar a atravessar um período Feliz na minha vida, não consigo esconder a tristeza e as lágrimas que por vezes me invadem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas, como diz a canção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"...vou viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;até quando, eu não sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;que me importa o que serei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;quero é viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;amanhã, espero sempre um amanhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e acredito que será mais um prazer..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5oIkUpQ_rA?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/e5oIkUpQ_rA?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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-5216364325064183073?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5216364325064183073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5216364325064183073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5216364325064183073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5216364325064183073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/balancos-balancadas-e-lambadas.html' title='Balanços, balançadas e lambadas.'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-304505014878038224</id><published>2011-01-04T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:31:41.677Z</updated><title type='text'>AC/DC - Its A Long Way To The Top If Ya Wanna Rock And Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H1iR2Wi3u5o?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu hei-de lá chegar :))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-304505014878038224?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/304505014878038224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=304505014878038224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/304505014878038224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/304505014878038224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/acdc-its-long-way-to-top-if-ya-wanna.html' title='AC/DC - 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Para mim é uma alegria finalmente ter fechado o ano de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado o tempo de balanços e reflexões, concluo que apesar de numa primeira passagem o ano ter sido mau, aliás, muito mau, o pior de que tenho memória, fechei o ano com saldo positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivi ao que vivi. Poderá haver melhor vitória???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às 00h00 do dia 1 de Janeiro de 2011 era impossível sentir-me mais Feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que quero que sejam todos os meus dias de 2011, felizes! Para isso, vivo um dia de cada vez afastando tudo o que é negativo, fazendo, assim, valer o pragmatismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São poucas as palavras, mas cada uma delas cheia de sentimento e emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 é um livro em branco onde nele escreverei todas as minhas novas histórias, sempre com um sorriso :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me desejar a todos aqueles que por aqui passam um Feliz Ano Novo :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-9072789042967305378?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/9072789042967305378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=9072789042967305378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9072789042967305378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9072789042967305378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-um-livro-em-branco.html' title='2011, um Livro em Branco.'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TSDsJXi6R4I/AAAAAAAABJ4/WkK8Bt4LYxw/s72-c/1262498324674_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1387443892904418491</id><published>2010-11-17T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:23:43.324Z</updated><title type='text'>Pela luz dos olhos teus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XSm3f3PB1U?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/_XSm3f3PB1U?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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nós... De mão dada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Quando a luz dos olhos meus     &lt;br /&gt; E a luz dos olhos teus      &lt;br /&gt; Resolvem se encontrar      &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ai, que bom que isso é meu Deus      &lt;br /&gt; Que frio que me dá o encontro desse olhar     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mas se a luz dos olhos teus      &lt;br /&gt; Resiste aos olhos meus &lt;br /&gt; Só pra me provocar     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Meu amor juro por Deus&lt;br /&gt; Me sinto incendiar&lt;br /&gt; Meu amor juro por Deus      &lt;br /&gt; Que a luz dos olhos meus      &lt;br /&gt; Já não pode esperar     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Quero a luz dos olhos meus      &lt;br /&gt; Na luz dos olhos teus      &lt;br /&gt; Sem mais la ra ra ra...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Pela luz dos olhos teus     &lt;br /&gt; Eu acho meu amor que só se pode achar&lt;br /&gt; Que a luz dos olhos meus precisa se casar   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quando a luz dos olhos meus     &lt;br /&gt; E a luz dos olhos teus      &lt;br /&gt; Resolvem se encontrar      &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ai, que bom que isso é meu Deus      &lt;br /&gt; Que frio que me dá o encontro desse olhar      &lt;/p&gt; Mas se a luz dos olhos teus      &lt;br /&gt; Resiste aos olhos meus &lt;br /&gt; Só pra me provocar     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Meu amor juro por Deus&lt;br /&gt; Me sinto incendiar     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Meu amor juro por Deus      &lt;br /&gt; Que a luz dos olhos meus      &lt;br /&gt; Já não pode esperar     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Quero a luz dos olhos meus      &lt;br /&gt; Na luz dos olhos teus      &lt;br /&gt; Sem mais la ra ra ra...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Pela luz dos olhos teus     &lt;br /&gt; Eu acho meu amor e só se pode achar      &lt;br /&gt; Que a luz dos olhos meus precisa se casar  &lt;br /&gt; Que a luz dos olhos meus precisa se casar&lt;br /&gt; Que a luz dos olhos meus precisa se casar  &lt;br /&gt; Precisa se casar, precisa se casar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1387443892904418491?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1387443892904418491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1387443892904418491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1387443892904418491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1387443892904418491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/11/pela-luz-dos-olhos-teus.html' title='Pela luz dos olhos teus'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7113554186143961770</id><published>2010-11-11T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:16:28.059Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. Martinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lendas'/><title type='text'>A lenda de São Martinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TNvCE_McsZI/AAAAAAAABJs/88Lt_B0ojM0/s1600/S%25C3%25A3o%2BMartinho.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TNvCE_McsZI/AAAAAAAABJs/88Lt_B0ojM0/s400/S%25C3%25A3o%2BMartinho.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538233557721067922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lenda de São Martinho conta a história de um soldado Romano chamado  Martinho. De acordo com a lenda o soldado Martinho ia a atravessar os  Alpes. Lá no alto fazia muito frio e vento. Apareceu-lhe, então, um  mendigo quase nu pedindo-lhe esmola. Martinho, que nada tinha para lhe  dar, puxando da espada, com um golpe cortou a sua capa, oferecendo  metade ao mendigo para ele se cobrir. Mais adiante, surge outro mendigo,  a quem Martinho oferece a outra metade da capa, prosseguindo a sua  viagem. Conta a lenda que, entretanto, o frio cessou, dando lugar a um  lindo dia de Verão. Deus recompensara, assim, Martinho por ele ter sido  tão piedoso, ao partilhar a capa que tinha para se aquecer. E para que  nunca mais se apagasse da memória dos homens o acto de bondade de  Martinho, Deus suspende, nessa altura do ano, durante três dias o tempo  frio, para que o céu e a terra sorriam com a benção dum sol quente. É o  Verão de São Martinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um São Martinho quentinho para todos, com muita castanha e jeropiga :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7113554186143961770?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7113554186143961770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7113554186143961770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7113554186143961770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7113554186143961770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/11/lenda-de-sao-martinho.html' title='A lenda de São Martinho!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TNvCE_McsZI/AAAAAAAABJs/88Lt_B0ojM0/s72-c/S%25C3%25A3o%2BMartinho.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-245844541680796592</id><published>2010-10-01T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:32:00.511+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Piada do momento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Aos Ingleses, organizados e pontuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Aos Argentinos, chatos e arrogantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Aos Japoneses, trabalhadores e disciplinados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Aos Italianos, alegres e românticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Aos Franceses, cultos e finos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Aos Portugueses, inteligentes, honestos e socialistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;O anjo anotou, mas logo em seguida, cheio de humildade e de medo, indagou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Senhor, a todos os povos do mundo foram dadas duas virtudes, porém, aos portugueses foram dadas três! Isto não os fará soberbos em relação aos outros povos da terra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;- Muito bem observado, bom anjo! - exclamou o Senhor. - Isto é verdade! Façamos então uma correção! De agora em diante, os portugueses, povo do meu coração, manterão esses três dons, mas nenhum deles poderá utilizar mais de dois simultaneamente, para ficarem iguais aos outros povos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;Assim, o que for socialista e honesto, não pode ser inteligente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;O que for socialista e inteligente, não pode ser honesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt;E o que for inteligente e honesto, não pode ser socialista !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24pt;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Palavra do Senhor!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Julgo não ser preciso acrescentar mais nada, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Recebido por e-mail há instantes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-245844541680796592?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/245844541680796592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=245844541680796592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/245844541680796592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/245844541680796592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/10/piada-do-momento.html' title='Piada do momento!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3197068188786385482</id><published>2010-09-30T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:05:49.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Telemóveis, computadores e TV na cama impedem sono e sexo - Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TKSK0PYCcXI/AAAAAAAABJg/cDOgJLNQ9bA/s1600/cama%2Bportatil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TKSK0PYCcXI/AAAAAAAABJg/cDOgJLNQ9bA/s400/cama%2Bportatil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522691673148256626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://sol.sapo.pt/inicio/Vida/Interior.aspx?content_id=1172"&gt;Telemóveis, computadores e TV na cama impedem sono e sexo - Sol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reportagem interessante!  Vale a pena ler.&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/4637905211367975261-3197068188786385482?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3197068188786385482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3197068188786385482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3197068188786385482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3197068188786385482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/09/telemoveis-computadores-e-tv-na-cama.html' title='Telemóveis, computadores e TV na cama impedem sono e sexo - Sol'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TKSK0PYCcXI/AAAAAAAABJg/cDOgJLNQ9bA/s72-c/cama%2Bportatil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6645994389092205349</id><published>2010-09-07T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:42:47.370+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu; Vida'/><title type='text'>Vai ficar tudo bem!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dK16vyls4RY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dK16vyls4RY?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/dK16vyls4RY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Não entendes! Nunca expliquei&lt;br /&gt; Por vezes o que vemos não é o que temos&lt;br /&gt; De certezas nada é feito&lt;br /&gt; E as nossas são histórias e mais histórias&lt;br /&gt; Erros por defeito&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas vai ficar tudo bem&lt;br /&gt; Vai ficar tudo bem&lt;br /&gt; Quase que falo sem ver...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alimentam sonhos perfeitos&lt;br /&gt; Tu queres acreditar sem duvidar de tudo&lt;br /&gt; Sem esperança tens a arma em punho&lt;br /&gt; Com balas de borracha que apagam o teu sonho&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas vai ficar tudo bem&lt;br /&gt; Vai ficar tudo bem&lt;br /&gt; Quase que falo sem ver...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas vai ficar tudo bem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vês há sempre outro lado em ti&lt;br /&gt; Que teima não acordar&lt;br /&gt; Por esperar sempre o pior&lt;br /&gt; Mas pinta um final feliz&lt;br /&gt; E faz com que toda gente veja o teu final&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vem-lhes dizer, que se tiram mais de ti&lt;br /&gt; Vais continuar&lt;br /&gt; Se matam por amor, que atirem sobre mim&lt;br /&gt; Passo a explicar que morto não estou&lt;br /&gt; Morto não estou"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sei que vai ficar tudo bem! Eu sei...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/4637905211367975261-6645994389092205349?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6645994389092205349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6645994389092205349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6645994389092205349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6645994389092205349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/09/vai-ficar-tudo-bem.html' title='Vai ficar tudo bem!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6839368456306229833</id><published>2010-09-03T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:33:36.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terá chegado ao fim?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="artigoTit"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/casa-pia-prisao-efetiva-para-seis-arguidos=f602041"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Casa Pia: Prisão efetiva para seis arguidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Clicar para ler a notícia)&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/4637905211367975261-6839368456306229833?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6839368456306229833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6839368456306229833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6839368456306229833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6839368456306229833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/09/tera-chegado-ao-fim.html' title='Terá chegado ao fim?!?'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5739239818054607025</id><published>2010-08-26T03:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T03:50:11.554+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Serei uma ilusão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu-8wGbWMro?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/pu-8wGbWMro?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know its hard to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How mixed up you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoping what you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is behind every door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each time you get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want you to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz everyone has hopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're human after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you were someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling as though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This feeling is not sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This feeling is not joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I truly understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't cry now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm begging you please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't leave here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want you to hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all the hurt that you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world is just illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to change you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being like you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well this is something else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would comprehend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That some bad do lay claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Divine purpose blesses them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats not what I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it doesn't matter anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A part of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ties you to the next world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe to the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm still not sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what I do know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to us the world is different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we are to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you would know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm begging you please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't leave here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want you to hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all the hurt that you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world is just illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to change you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm begging you please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh please don't leave here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want you to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all the hurt that you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This world is just illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always trying to change you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não consegui ficar indiferente..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4637905211367975261-5739239818054607025?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5739239818054607025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5739239818054607025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5739239818054607025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5739239818054607025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/08/serei-uma-ilusao.html' title='Serei uma ilusão?'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5189581409065434454</id><published>2010-08-16T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:23:36.031+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Um presente para ti :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por vezes somos presenteados da forma mais simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu fui pelo meu amigo, sim, amigo, ou melhor, Amigo Diogo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Já não bastava ele aturar-me... como ainda a troco de nada... "Curou" o meu laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Horas e horas... dedicadas à resolução de cada um dos problemas... Sempre bem disposto, paciente, (sim porque eu sou limitada e pergunto tudo, por vezes duas vezes, lol) e nunca perdendo o sentido de humor... a boa disposição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A ti, meu querido amigo, deixo-te publicamente o meu MUITO OBRIGADA E O MEU RECONHECIMENTO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Há muito tempo que te guardo num cantinho do meu coração e assim permanecerás. Esse é o melhor presente que te posso dar... A garantia que não te esquecerei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deixo-te um beijo com todo o meu carinho por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A tua amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-5189581409065434454?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5189581409065434454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5189581409065434454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5189581409065434454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5189581409065434454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-presente-para-ti.html' title='Um presente para ti :)'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5738527108174804000</id><published>2010-08-09T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:06:18.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida; Coragem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Agora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Por muito que custe... é seguir em frente.&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/4637905211367975261-5738527108174804000?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5738527108174804000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5738527108174804000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5738527108174804000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5738527108174804000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/08/agora.html' title='Agora...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-4434558194917502088</id><published>2010-08-08T00:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T05:27:44.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Para ti, Inês...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TF4xnuxnGOI/AAAAAAAABHM/QA5fHYYi08U/s1600/selo_amizade%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502890353334098146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TF4xnuxnGOI/AAAAAAAABHM/QA5fHYYi08U/s200/selo_amizade%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Porque acredito que ambas a regaremos todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Beijo terno e eterno em ti.&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/4637905211367975261-4434558194917502088?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/4434558194917502088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=4434558194917502088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4434558194917502088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4434558194917502088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/08/para-ti-ines.html' title='Para ti, Inês...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TF4xnuxnGOI/AAAAAAAABHM/QA5fHYYi08U/s72-c/selo_amizade%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6554474224917904166</id><published>2010-08-05T19:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T05:28:24.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida; Coragem'/><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Sinto-me uma Força da Natureza.&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/4637905211367975261-6554474224917904166?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/6554474224917904166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=6554474224917904166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6554474224917904166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/6554474224917904166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-4936314293807039092</id><published>2010-08-04T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:32:33.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mão Morta "Novelos da Paixão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJcXnGCN90&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJcXnGCN90&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É já na Sexta-feira :). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-4936314293807039092?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/4936314293807039092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=4936314293807039092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4936314293807039092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/4936314293807039092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/08/mao-morta-novelos-da-paixao.html' title='Mão Morta &quot;Novelos da Paixão&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3040549900211292691</id><published>2010-07-30T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:40:57.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuno Artur Silva: António Feio morreu “cedo demais”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TFKP50nly2I/AAAAAAAABHA/yzLcbU79IyM/s1600/AFeio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499616318512810850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TFKP50nly2I/AAAAAAAABHA/yzLcbU79IyM/s200/AFeio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um brilhozinho nos olhos, até sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3040549900211292691?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3040549900211292691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3040549900211292691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3040549900211292691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3040549900211292691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/07/nuno-artur-silva-antonio-feio-morreu.html' title='Nuno Artur Silva: António Feio morreu “cedo demais”'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/TFKP50nly2I/AAAAAAAABHA/yzLcbU79IyM/s72-c/AFeio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2508406047155463346</id><published>2010-07-29T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:53:50.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ultimamente a vontade de escrever tem sido pouca.... Os pensamentos invadem-me a alma... Por vezes ainda abro o blogger... começo a escrever... mas as palavras saem todas baralhadas... sem sentido aparente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje apetecia-me escrever... Mas não posso!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aqui fica uma bela canção... agora é minha :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/e3U_jdmr2No/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3U_jdmr2No&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3U_jdmr2No&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/4637905211367975261-2508406047155463346?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7983570721919630364</id><published>2010-05-26T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:27:49.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Xhl1kcVsG9Y/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xhl1kcVsG9Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xhl1kcVsG9Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu anjo da guarda fez-me voltar a sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7983570721919630364?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7983570721919630364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7983570721919630364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7983570721919630364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7983570721919630364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/05/voar.html' title='Voar!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1699979184062380769</id><published>2010-05-11T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:37:26.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Respiro fundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;... e mesmo assim esta dor que me atormenta, não passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Respiro fundo e mesmo assim este medo não me larga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Respiro fundo e mesmo assim o meu coração não sossessega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Respiro fundo e mesmo assim não consigo acalmar esta ansiedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Respiro fundo e caminho mesmo não sentindo as pernas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Respiro fundo... É agora! Não posso adiar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Respiro fundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1699979184062380769?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1699979184062380769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1699979184062380769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1699979184062380769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1699979184062380769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/05/respiro-fundo.html' title='Respiro fundo...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1914513491869986437</id><published>2010-05-11T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:29:38.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida; Coragem'/><title type='text'>CORAGEM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Cada um tem de mim exactamente o que cativou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e cada um é responsável pelo que cativou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não suporto falsidade e mentira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A verdade pode machucar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mas é sempre mais digna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bom mesmo é ir á luta com determinação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abraçar a vida e viver com paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Perder com classe e vencer com ousadia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;pois o trunfo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e a vida é muito para ser insignificante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu faço e abuso da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e não desisto dos meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O mundo está nas mãos daqueles que têm coragem de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;correr o risco de viver os seus sonhos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ouço dizer que depois da tempestade vem a Bonança... Algo me diz que a minha tempestade ainda agora começou... Mas não, não me vou deixar levar pela corrente. Tenho "bens" preciosos que me dão força e coragem... Uma Força da Natureza... Uma Coragem de Vencer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM beijo terno e eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1914513491869986437?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1914513491869986437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1914513491869986437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1914513491869986437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1914513491869986437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/05/cada-um-tem-de-mim-exactamente-o-que.html' title='CORAGEM!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5920578822239785006</id><published>2010-05-10T07:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:57:30.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns ao meu BENFICA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIN2cZ5P-MU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIN2cZ5P-MU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/4637905211367975261-5920578822239785006?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5920578822239785006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5920578822239785006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5920578822239785006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5920578822239785006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/05/parabens-ao-meu-benfica.html' title='Parabéns ao meu BENFICA!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-648686808502634139</id><published>2010-05-09T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:41:39.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/785dEW_5JD4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/785dEW_5JD4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/785dEW_5JD4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, recordava-me de ti... de lágrima no olho... com saudade!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-648686808502634139?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/648686808502634139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=648686808502634139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/648686808502634139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/648686808502634139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudade.html' title='Saudade!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3779053901207698039</id><published>2010-05-05T08:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:48:10.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto do amigo</title><content type='html'>"Enfim, depois de tanto erro passado&lt;br /&gt;Tantas retaliações, tanto perigo&lt;br /&gt;Eis que ressurge noutro o velho amigo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca perdido, sempre reencontrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentá-lo novamente ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos que contêm o olhar antigo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre comigo um pouco atribulado&lt;br /&gt;E como sempre singular comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho igual a mim, simples e humano&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo se mover e comover&lt;br /&gt;E a disfarçar com o meu próprio engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo: um ser que a vida não explica&lt;br /&gt;Que só se vai ao ver outro nascer&lt;br /&gt;E o espelho de minha alma multiplica..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este poema dedidco-te a ti minha amiga... minha irmã... Já és parte de mim. Tantas têm sido as vezes que me comoves... com o teu jeito... dou por mim a pensar se mereço a amizade de uma pessoa tão grandiosa como tu. Com toda a certeza devo merecer. Ou será presunção minhã? É como este Soneto de Vinicus de Moraes que te sinto minha querida e doce amiga Joana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467688804347591730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S-Eh_52EvDI/AAAAAAAABGo/KXRgu9YXwYU/s200/F%C3%A9rias+2009+078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixo-te um Xi-Coração apertado. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3779053901207698039?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3779053901207698039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3779053901207698039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3779053901207698039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3779053901207698039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/05/soneto-do-amigo.html' title='Soneto do amigo'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S-Eh_52EvDI/AAAAAAAABGo/KXRgu9YXwYU/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+2009+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-963065610403967373</id><published>2010-05-02T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:38:08.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Poema à Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No mais fundo de ti,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que traí, mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porque já não sou&lt;br /&gt;o retrato adormecido&lt;br /&gt;no fundo dos teus olhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porque tu ignoras&lt;br /&gt;que há leitos onde o frio não se demora&lt;br /&gt;e noites rumorosas de águas matinais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, às vezes, as palavras que te digo&lt;br /&gt;são duras, mãe,&lt;br /&gt;e o nosso amor é infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porque perdi as rosas brancas&lt;br /&gt;que apertava junto ao coração&lt;br /&gt;no retrato da moldura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se soubesses como ainda amo as rosas,&lt;br /&gt;talvez não enchesses as horas de pesadelos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu esqueceste muita coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Esqueceste que as minhas pernas cresceram,&lt;br /&gt;que todo o meu corpo cresceu,&lt;br /&gt;e até o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;ficou enorme, mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha - queres ouvir-me? -,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes ainda sou o menino&lt;br /&gt;que adormeceu nos teus olhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda aperto contra o coração&lt;br /&gt;rosas tão brancas&lt;br /&gt;como as que tens na moldura;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda oiço a tua voz:&lt;br /&gt;"Era uma vez uma princesa&lt;br /&gt;no meio de um laranjal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas - tu sabes! - a noite é enorme&lt;br /&gt;e todo o meu corpo cresceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu saí da moldura,&lt;br /&gt;dei às aves os meus olhos a beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me esqueci de nada, mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Guardo a tua voz dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-te as rosas... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema de Eugénio de Andrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eu saí da moldura... cresci... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-963065610403967373?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/963065610403967373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=963065610403967373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/963065610403967373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/963065610403967373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/05/poema-mae.html' title='Poema à Mãe'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3545865323613163942</id><published>2010-04-30T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:39:06.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serei o teu piano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S9quxV5EfXI/AAAAAAAABGY/b5_Z1Q1Y65A/s1600/corpo-piano%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465873260480855410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S9quxV5EfXI/AAAAAAAABGY/b5_Z1Q1Y65A/s400/corpo-piano%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... quero que sejas o meu piano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a cada toque meu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soltes uma nota,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em forma de gemido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e todas juntas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;formem uma melodia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que é nossa..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que mesmo quando partilhadas são nossas... só nossas... mas mesmo assim... queremos gritá-las... ao Mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3545865323613163942?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3545865323613163942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3545865323613163942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3545865323613163942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3545865323613163942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/serei-o-teu-piano.html' title='Serei o teu piano...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S9quxV5EfXI/AAAAAAAABGY/b5_Z1Q1Y65A/s72-c/corpo-piano%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-6154286148014077005</id><published>2010-04-29T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:45:47.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Dança!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pHO5KWIMZUo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHO5KWIMZUo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHO5KWIMZUo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E haverá algo melhor que um bom tango para comemorar este dia? rsrs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijo melídico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-6154286148014077005?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7436706146168648399</id><published>2010-04-27T14:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:03:41.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família; Filhos'/><title type='text'>Preenches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S9bk2Y1N7xI/AAAAAAAABGQ/_TLlIj0luDU/s1600/DSCN1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...o meu coração de Mãe! Será que preencho o teu pequeno GRANDE coração de filha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijo do tamanho do mundo.&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/4637905211367975261-7436706146168648399?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7436706146168648399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7436706146168648399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7436706146168648399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5149915926862150307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5149915926862150307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5149915926862150307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-man-to-love.html' title='I need a man To love'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7652343527626539313</id><published>2010-04-15T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:48:39.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8jMezLVq3I/AAAAAAAABGI/cCHOmzWXD8E/s1600/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460839377692633970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8jMezLVq3I/AAAAAAAABGI/cCHOmzWXD8E/s200/lagrima.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje sinto-me agoniada... revoltada... sózinha... ainda mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto tanta coisa que quase não me sinto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje nao consigo controlar... esta RAIVA que me invade a alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Que raiva!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Choro de raiva e não consigo parar... Hoje não sorrio para a vida. Amanhã quem sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7652343527626539313?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7652343527626539313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7652343527626539313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7652343527626539313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7652343527626539313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/perdida.html' title='Perdida.'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8jMezLVq3I/AAAAAAAABGI/cCHOmzWXD8E/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3422972284773666894</id><published>2010-04-11T00:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:02:53.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8EDkKccHXI/AAAAAAAABF8/xQ4-sGLzDiQ/s1600/Trinta_e_tres_rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458648143163563378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8EDkKccHXI/AAAAAAAABF8/xQ4-sGLzDiQ/s400/Trinta_e_tres_rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3422972284773666894?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3422972284773666894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3422972284773666894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3422972284773666894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3422972284773666894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8EDkKccHXI/AAAAAAAABF8/xQ4-sGLzDiQ/s72-c/Trinta_e_tres_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1580654905941455641</id><published>2010-04-10T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:37:53.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8Bd0A33y8I/AAAAAAAABF0/Q1doK1B7z4E/s1600/P%C3%A1scoa+2010+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8Bd0A33y8I/AAAAAAAABF0/Q1doK1B7z4E/s320/P%C3%A1scoa+2010+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div tyle="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;... é o que sinto... não consigo encontrar Aquele sentimento... aquele que sempre privilegiei... aquele que sempre esteve em mim... aquele que me caracterizava tão bem. Quem melhor que Florbela Espanca para falar dAquele sentimento? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; EXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Amar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"Eu quero amar, amar perdidamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Amar só por amar: Aqui...além...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mais Este e Aquele, o Outro e toda a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Amar!Amar!E não amar ninguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Recordar?Esquecer?Indiferente!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Prender ou desprender?É mal?É bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Quem disser que se pode amar alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Durante a vida inteira é porque mente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Há uma Primavera em cada vida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;É preciso cantá-la assim florida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Pois se Deus nos deu voz, foi pra cantar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E se um dia hei-de ser pó,cinza e nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Que seja a minha noite uma alvorada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Que me saiba perder... pra me encontrar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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/4637905211367975261-1580654905941455641?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1580654905941455641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1580654905941455641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1580654905941455641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1580654905941455641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-vazio.html' title='Um vazio...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S8Bd0A33y8I/AAAAAAAABF0/Q1doK1B7z4E/s72-c/P%C3%A1scoa+2010+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7024323716658720753</id><published>2010-04-08T02:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:14:35.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem...</title><content type='html'>... para a minha mãe... uma grande mulher... uma resistente... que me ensinou a ser como sou... Espero sentir... um dia... a minha Leonor... pensar o mesmo de mim... Será um desafio diário e para toda a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Para o meu pai... e para a minha mãe... Juntos, há precisamente 43 anos, nem mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG5nsvrP5l4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG5nsvrP5l4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo com saudade do teu colo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7024323716658720753?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7024323716658720753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7024323716658720753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7024323716658720753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7024323716658720753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/homenagem.html' title='Homenagem...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-8688854335470600271</id><published>2010-04-05T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:00:25.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E derrepente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... fiquei sem piu... mergulhada em mim mesma.........&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/4637905211367975261-8688854335470600271?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/8688854335470600271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=8688854335470600271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8688854335470600271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8688854335470600271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-derrepente.html' title='E derrepente...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-9004418491238757100</id><published>2010-04-01T20:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:44:21.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7T0-oUOJoI/AAAAAAAABFs/nj7YSL3xtn0/s1600/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455254405463811714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7T0-oUOJoI/AAAAAAAABFs/nj7YSL3xtn0/s400/feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sinto-me assim... Sinto-me bem, sinto-me feliz! Na verdade, mesmo quando penso que a vida deixou de me sorrir, olho à minha volta... e vejo que só tenho razões para sorrir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes... vemo-nos obrigados a tomar decisões... e com as decisões fazem-se escolhas... e com as escolhas vêm as consequências e essas... temos de as aceitar, sejam boas ou más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tomei a decisão, a mais difícil de todas. Depois de muita coragem, que só Deus sabe onde vou buscar tanta, agi, reagi e estou aqui.... começando a colher o que plantei... e sabem que mais?!? "São rosas senhor!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje deixo um beijo terno acompanhado de um sorriso florido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-9004418491238757100?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/9004418491238757100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=9004418491238757100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9004418491238757100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/9004418491238757100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7T0-oUOJoI/AAAAAAAABFs/nj7YSL3xtn0/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3379716697087563011</id><published>2010-04-01T10:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:16:12.605+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Páscoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Boa Páscoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7RkSGfRNxI/AAAAAAAABFk/vMCGvmHp_IU/s1600/coelhinho3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455095310794700562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7RkSGfRNxI/AAAAAAAABFk/vMCGvmHp_IU/s400/coelhinho3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3379716697087563011?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3379716697087563011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3379716697087563011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3379716697087563011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3379716697087563011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/04/boa-pascoa.html' title='Boa Páscoa!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7RkSGfRNxI/AAAAAAAABFk/vMCGvmHp_IU/s72-c/coelhinho3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-8725163587268772581</id><published>2010-03-31T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:33:49.229+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabedoria'/><title type='text'>E esta hein?!?</title><content type='html'>"Os políticos e as fraldas devem ser mudados frequentemente e pela mesma razão". Eça de Queiróz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só as suas obras são actuais como os seus pensamentos são intemporais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-8725163587268772581?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/8725163587268772581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=8725163587268772581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8725163587268772581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/8725163587268772581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-esta-hein.html' title='E esta hein?!?'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2696995333369628509</id><published>2010-03-31T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:38:00.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta é para ti Luis. Parabéns!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJA69C6SlRk&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/CJA69C6SlRk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope you feeling good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-2696995333369628509?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2696995333369628509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2696995333369628509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2696995333369628509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2696995333369628509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/esta-e-para-ti-luis-parabens.html' title='Esta é para ti &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogdosbravos.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Luis&lt;/a&gt;. Parabéns!!!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2553973522360295101</id><published>2010-03-31T01:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:05:09.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorpião'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijo'/><title type='text'>Beijos das pessoas do signo Escorpião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7Ke70QwhgI/AAAAAAAABFc/AnisGNlE8iE/s1600/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454596849177495042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7Ke70QwhgI/AAAAAAAABFc/AnisGNlE8iE/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Tenha gelo à mão, pode precisar. Esse beijo molhado, intenso, exigente e escandaloso - que é só uma pequena parte do reportório de sedução dos nativos deste signo - já é uma lenda. E pode surpreender-se com o estado em que vai ficar depois deste beijo devastador. Tudo porque o Escorpião, o mais intenso e persistente dos signos de Água, é um explorador nato. Ele estuda as pessoas. Isto inclui você, é claro. Daí aquela língua inquieta e impertinente que a faz imaginar se é só uma língua normal ou algosobrenatural, acima da sua compreensão... Aproveite! O prazer do beijo de um Escorpião não é para qualquer um. E, caso você sobreviva a este beijo sem se abalar, procure um terapeuta: Você está com problemas!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-2553973522360295101?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2553973522360295101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2553973522360295101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2553973522360295101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2553973522360295101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/beijos-das-pessoas-do-signo-escorpiao.html' title='Beijos das pessoas do signo Escorpião'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7Ke70QwhgI/AAAAAAAABFc/AnisGNlE8iE/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3771515553807457386</id><published>2010-03-29T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:15:10.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Nem sempre se consegue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7CnXnpR7JI/AAAAAAAABFU/zOekFgNx4BY/s1600/melhoras_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454043172966624402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7CnXnpR7JI/AAAAAAAABFU/zOekFgNx4BY/s400/melhoras_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... Evitar um acidente por mais atenção que tenhamos... e por mais atenção que eu tenha tido... será que foi suficiente?!?&lt;br /&gt;A minha Leonor, ontem, a meio das suas traquinices, caiu e fracturou o antebraço :(.&lt;br /&gt;A Leonor não é uma criança chorona... birrenta... todos os dias mostra a sua nova marca, (uma pisadura)... como sinal de victoria, mostrando-a como se fosse um troféu.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem chorou... chorou... berrou... e mesmo quando estava no hospital... metia-se com as pessoas... com os médicos... não seu jeito tão peculiar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, mostra o gesso do seu pequeno braço como se fosse a medalha de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;Está bem, não com a vivacidade que lhe conheço, mas bem.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa a mamã meu anjinho...&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/4637905211367975261-3771515553807457386?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3771515553807457386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3771515553807457386&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3771515553807457386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3771515553807457386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/nem-sempre-se-consegue.html' title='Nem sempre se consegue...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S7CnXnpR7JI/AAAAAAAABFU/zOekFgNx4BY/s72-c/melhoras_(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-666325811257706622</id><published>2010-03-26T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:42:28.644Z</updated><title type='text'>E porque hoje começa o fim-de-semana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGWlSMFNRag&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGWlSMFNRag&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/4637905211367975261-666325811257706622?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/666325811257706622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=666325811257706622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/666325811257706622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/666325811257706622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-porque-hoje-comeca-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='E porque hoje começa o fim-de-semana.'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2487794643715829468</id><published>2010-03-26T10:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:21:34.453Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valores'/><title type='text'>Serei uma carroça vazia?!? ehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452885158460150274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S6yKKTcEUgI/AAAAAAAABFM/ceKG2jynXuI/s400/carroca_vazia.jpg" border="0" /&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/4637905211367975261-2487794643715829468?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2487794643715829468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2487794643715829468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2487794643715829468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2487794643715829468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/serei-uma-carroca-vazia-ehehehe.html' title='Serei uma carroça vazia?!? ehehehe'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S6yKKTcEUgI/AAAAAAAABFM/ceKG2jynXuI/s72-c/carroca_vazia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-1619764517448350247</id><published>2010-03-26T01:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:17:20.793Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fado'/><title type='text'>O Que Foi Que Aconteceu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XO9tw-DAArU&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/XO9tw-DAArU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes quero escrever o que sinto... não consigo... transformar emoções... sentimentos... numa poesia... eternizando-os... não consigo... aí... oiço uma canção que parece que foi feita a pensar em mim ... Presunção a minha!!! Quase me senti despida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bonito fado da bonita Ana Moura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Que Foi Que Aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;E tu não me procuravas&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabias quem eu era&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava ali só porque tinha que estar&lt;br /&gt;E tu chegaste porque tinhas que chegar&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para ti&lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro parou&lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida mudou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno&lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos?&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno&lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Chama-lhe sorte ou azar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;E tu voltaste a passar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca senti bater o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como senti ao sentir a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Na tua boca o tempo voltou atrás&lt;br /&gt;E se fui louca&lt;br /&gt;Essa loucura&lt;br /&gt;Essa loucura foi paz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno&lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos?&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno&lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-1619764517448350247?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/1619764517448350247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=1619764517448350247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1619764517448350247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/1619764517448350247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-foi-que-aconteceu.html' title='O Que Foi Que Aconteceu?'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3892831048053213606</id><published>2010-03-23T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:54:34.580Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emoções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Why can't we leave together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYnMuc2yRY&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/fUYnMuc2yRY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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&gt;&lt;p&gt;A música fala por si. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3892831048053213606?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3892831048053213606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3892831048053213606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3892831048053213606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3892831048053213606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-cant-we-leave-together.html' title='Why can&apos;t we leave together!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-5334931851442884653</id><published>2010-02-16T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:24:19.824Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horóscopo'/><title type='text'>O meu horóscopo - de 15-02-2010 a 21-02-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S3q4hheJBqI/AAAAAAAABFE/W7IEu6hnAKE/s1600-h/ar0011_carneiro_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438862386063279778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S3q4hheJBqI/AAAAAAAABFE/W7IEu6hnAKE/s400/ar0011_carneiro_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poderá receber proposta para mudança laboral radical, mas analise tudo com muito cuidado, porque será um passo importante na sua vida. Tenha confiança na sua capacidade para iniciar projectos, não desaproveite o seu talento que lhe pode parecer insignificante e combata tudo o que não lhe agradar de forma corajosa. O período promete, podendo mesmo nalguns casos exceder as suas expectativas, com ideias criativas e inovadoras. O seu espírito extrovertido e de folia estão em efervescência. Controle toda essa energia, mas não perca a cabeça. O que seria a folia sem a sua capacidade de se divertir e transmitir felicidade? Um amor inesperado e envolvente poderá vir a balançar o seu coração. Acarinhe-o muito."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-5334931851442884653?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/5334931851442884653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=5334931851442884653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5334931851442884653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/5334931851442884653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-meu-horoscopo-de-15-02-2010-21-02.html' title='O meu horóscopo - de 15-02-2010 a 21-02-2010'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S3q4hheJBqI/AAAAAAAABFE/W7IEu6hnAKE/s72-c/ar0011_carneiro_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-706380095357709461</id><published>2010-02-14T12:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:38:39.455Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia de S. Valentim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNC0kIzM1Fo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNC0kIzM1Fo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&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/4637905211367975261-706380095357709461?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/706380095357709461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=706380095357709461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/706380095357709461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/706380095357709461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/02/feliz-dia-de-s-valentim.html' title='Feliz dia de S. Valentim!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-2721612643349057098</id><published>2010-02-09T00:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:04:11.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Blog de qualidade?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Independentemente de o meu blog ser considerado ou não um blog de qualidade, o facto de responder a estas perguntas já foi por si só prazeroso. Daí, agradeço-te a ti &lt;a href="http://blogdosbravos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luis&lt;/a&gt;, pelo desafio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 1: Tens medo de quê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da solidão, da morte dos que mais amo, de falhar e às vezes medo de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 2: Tens algum guilty pleasure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 3: Farias alguma loucura por amor/amizade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faria? Faço!!! Fiz!!! Afinal só os loucos são capazes de amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 4: Qual o teu maior sonho? Responder paz, amor e felicidade é trapacear;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu maior sonho é realizar todos os meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 5: Nos momentos de tristeza/abatimento, isolas-te ou preferes colo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente isolo-me… só depois vem o colo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 6: Entre uma pessoa extrovertida e uma introvertida, qual seria a escolha abstracta?&lt;/strong&gt;Ambas têm o seu fascínio e o seu lado abstracto, mas talvez a escolha abstracta seria uma pessoa extrovertida para esconder o seu lado introvertido… abstracto não?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 7: Sentes-te bem na vida, ou há insatisfação além do desejável?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sinto-me bem na vida. Foi ela que me ensinou a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 8: Consideras-te mais crítico ou ponderado? Sabendo, contudo, que existem críticas ponderadas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes crítica, por vezes ponderada, por vezes nem uma nem outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 9: Julgas-te impulsivo, de fazer filmes, paciente...? Define-te, de uma forma geral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPULSIVA. Coração na boca. Abro a boca e deixo falar o espírito. Emotiva. É isso emotiva. Vivo TUDO com muita emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 10: Consegues desejar mal a alguém e, normalmente, concretizar? Sê sincero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal… mal… Não! Mas já desejei que sentissem na pele o que eu senti… Não por vingança… Mas talvez para me compreenderem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 11: Contens-te publicamente em manifestações de afecto (abraçar, beijar, rir alto...)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não!!! Depois de conhecer o Amor, a paixão, o fogo… NÃO!!! Esqueço que estou em público…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 12: Qual o teu lado mais acentuado? Orgulho ou teimosia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teimosia. Muito teimosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 13: Casamentos homossexuais e direito à adopção?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 14: O que te faz continuar o blogue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessidade de escrever o que nem sempre posso falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 15: O número de visitas e comentários influencia o teu blogue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O número de visitas de todo influencia o meu blogue. Hoje, os comentários também não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 16: Na tua blogosfera pessoal e ideal, como seria?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha blogosfera não é pessoal, é de todos, daí o meu Blogue chamar-se O Elo e a Corrente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 17: Deviam haver encontros de bloguistas? Caso sim, em que moldes? Caso não, porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tive um ou dois convites para encontros bloguistas, mas não se proporcionou ir. Já conheci um bloguista pessoalmente ehehehehe. Acho que os encontros entre bloguistas ou qualquer outro grupo são sempre interessantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 18: Sabes brincar contigo e rir com quem brinca contigo? Sem ironias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se riem de mim sozinhos. Quem me conhece sabe-o bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 19: Quais são os teus maiores defeitos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitos defeitos… tantos… que muito sinceramente tenho dificuldades em qualificá-los…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 20: Em que aspectos te elogiam e/ou achas ter potencialidades e mesmo orgulho nisso?&lt;/strong&gt;Sou uma mulher forte!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 21: Entre uma televisão, um computador e um telemóvel, o que escolherias?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando está mau tempo, escolho a televisão. Quando estou sozinha, escolho o computador, quando estou desesperada, escolho o telemóvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 22: Elogias ou guardas para ti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depende. Há certos elogios que os guardo para mim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 23: Tens humildade suficiente para te desculpar, sem ser indirectamente?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 24: Consideras-te, de grosso modo, uma pessoa sensível ou pragmática?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o assunto mexe com a emoção não consigo ser pragmática. A nível profissional, sou muito… acho que é uma das minhas maiores qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 25: Perdoas com facilidade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Por mais que me tente convencer que não sou ninguém para conceder perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questão 26: Qual o teu maior pesadelo ou o que mais te preocupa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte do desafio, nomear alguns blogues para o mesmo.... e os nomeados são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pequenomundodeletras.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://pequenomundodeletras.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trequita.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://trequita.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://viagensdosolaris.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://viagensdosolaris.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zigdebeja.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://zigdebeja.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-2721612643349057098?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/2721612643349057098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=2721612643349057098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2721612643349057098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/2721612643349057098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/02/independentemente-de-o-meu-blog-ser.html' title='Blog de qualidade?!?'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-7042746749640163751</id><published>2010-01-24T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:30:14.978Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emoções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>I want to be haunted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8oyxrrEk58&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&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/C8oyxrrEk58&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in London&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have nothing to do that day&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to do nothing anyway&lt;br /&gt;You got a way of walking&lt;br /&gt;You got a way of talking&lt;br /&gt;And there's something about you&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I never ever&lt;br /&gt;Want to be without you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;Of your precious love&lt;br /&gt;Of your precious love&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the street&lt;br /&gt;You were so cool you could have&lt;br /&gt;Put out Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;All the girls say: "What's he like?"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "He's kind of shy&lt;br /&gt;But that's the kind of girl I am,&lt;br /&gt;He's my kind of guy."&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;Of your precious love&lt;br /&gt;Of your precious love&lt;br /&gt;I'll build my world around you&lt;br /&gt;I'll bless the day I found you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay beside you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;Or tell you all those lies&lt;br /&gt;you'd never believe&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;of your precious love&lt;br /&gt;of your precious love&lt;br /&gt;You got a way of walking&lt;br /&gt;You got a way of talking&lt;br /&gt;And there's something about you&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind of girl I am,&lt;br /&gt;He's my kind of guy&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I never ever&lt;br /&gt;Want to be without you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;I want to be haunted by the ghost&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I never ever&lt;br /&gt;Want to be without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-7042746749640163751?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/7042746749640163751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=7042746749640163751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7042746749640163751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/7042746749640163751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-be-haunted.html' title='I want to be haunted...'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637905211367975261.post-3661803386912295</id><published>2010-01-24T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:55:45.496Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Reflexões!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S1wY6iCg36I/AAAAAAAABE8/OQ-ZaU7qWv4/s1600-h/1518luz_divina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430242644550803362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S1wY6iCg36I/AAAAAAAABE8/OQ-ZaU7qWv4/s320/1518luz_divina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 24 de Janeiro de 2010!&lt;br /&gt;Consciente ou inconscientemente, todos nós, na viragem do ano, fazemos um balanço do ano velho. Ora, eu não sou excepção. O meu balanço foi positivo. Basta pensar que as pessoas que mais amo, o meu marido, a minha filha, e toda a minha família, estão presentes e esse é o melhor presente que posso ter.&lt;br /&gt;Vieram as 12 baladas, e como manda a tradição, 12 passas... 12 desejos... que no fundo se resumem a continuar a ter os que mais amo à minha volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já contados 24 dias do Ano Novo, apercebo-me de 24 dias cinzentos... tristes... e sem sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lições de vida... Lições de vida... REFLEXÕES! Mudança... Decisões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já passaram 24 dias. O tempo voa,mas mesmo assim, os dias parecem ser intermináveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos desejo um Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo terno e eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637905211367975261-3661803386912295?l=oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/feeds/3661803386912295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4637905211367975261&amp;postID=3661803386912295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3661803386912295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4637905211367975261/posts/default/3661803386912295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeloeacorrente.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflexoes.html' title='Reflexões!'/><author><name>Ana Pinheiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11764321378081095536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXFIw963Og/TfqN-2qW7dI/AAAAAAAABOc/sF25I6-bSAQ/s220/eu_ue.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GYxKKfIey8/S1wY6iCg36I/AAAAAAAABE8/OQ-ZaU7qWv4/s72-c/1518luz_divina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
