<?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-33671171</id><updated>2011-09-02T12:48:24.081Z</updated><title type='text'>O colar da princesa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116957993199290646</id><published>2007-01-23T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:18:52.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Não Lamentes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/104071/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/761158/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não lamentes aquilo que passou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nem chores o que o tempo desfez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Repara que o vento que foi nunca voltou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas um novo vento sempre sopra outra vez... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não fiques triste se ainda não conseguiste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ser grande como tanta gente no mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pois a estrela tão pequenina que tu nem vistes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Também ajuda a iluminar o céu profundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não penses que as coisas são impossíveis.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E nunca desistas de lutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pois quando o outono derruba uma flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A primavera coloca outra no lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não acredites que a vida é só amargura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E que as coisas nunca vão mudar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Repara que depois de uma noite escura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O sol volta de novo a brilhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E se tudo deu errado, segue em frente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É preciso conformar sem ficar sofrendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pois a vida é como uma semente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Se não der frutos acaba morrendo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;desconheço o autor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116957993199290646?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116957993199290646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116957993199290646&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116957993199290646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116957993199290646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-lamentes.html' title='Não Lamentes...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116920658948750687</id><published>2007-01-19T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:36:29.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Natália...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/290385/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/648507/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muitas são as especulações sobre a despenalização do aborto, deixo-vos&lt;div align="center"&gt;um poema de Natália Correia para recordarmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;«O acto sexual é para ter filhos» - disse na Assembleia da República,&lt;br /&gt;no dia&lt;br /&gt;3 de Abril de 1982, o então deputado do CDS João Morgado num debate&lt;br /&gt;sobre a&lt;br /&gt;legalização do aborto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A resposta de Natália Correia, em poema - publicado depois pelo Diário&lt;br /&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa em 5 de Abril desse ano - fez rir todas as bancadas&lt;br /&gt;parlamentares,&lt;br /&gt;sem excepção, tendo os trabalhos parlamentares sido interrompidos por&lt;br /&gt;isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já que o coito - diz Morgado -&lt;br /&gt;tem como fim cristalino,&lt;br /&gt;preciso e imaculado&lt;br /&gt;fazer menina ou menino;&lt;br /&gt;e cada vez que o varão&lt;br /&gt;sexual petisco manduca,&lt;br /&gt;temos na procriação&lt;br /&gt;prova de que houve truca-truca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo pai só de um rebento,&lt;br /&gt;lógica é a conclusão&lt;br /&gt;de que o viril instrumento&lt;br /&gt;só usou - parca ração! -&lt;br /&gt;uma vez. E se a função&lt;br /&gt;faz o órgão - diz o ditado -&lt;br /&gt;consumada essa excepção,&lt;br /&gt;ficou capado o Morgado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Natália Correia - 3 de Abril de 1982 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/33671171-116920658948750687?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116920658948750687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116920658948750687&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116920658948750687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116920658948750687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/natlia.html' title='Natália...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116911937460946302</id><published>2007-01-18T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:23:48.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Jamais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/269842/menina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/468980/menina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Jamais deixes de ser criança...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixes de sentir, gostar, ver&lt;br /&gt;e extasiar-te diante de coisas tão grandiosas&lt;br /&gt;como o ar, o voo e os sons&lt;br /&gt;da luz do Sol dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se achares preferível, usa uma máscara&lt;br /&gt;para proteger a criança do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas lembra-te que no dia em que permitires&lt;br /&gt;que essa criança dentro de ti desapareça,&lt;br /&gt;terás crescido e já não estarás vivo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116911937460946302?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116911937460946302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116911937460946302&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116911937460946302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116911937460946302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/jamais.html' title='Jamais...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116894798039989396</id><published>2007-01-16T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:47:30.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Viver Primeiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/2465/Lotusvestigios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/402298/Lotusvestigios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sentir primeiro, pensar depois&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar primeiro, julgar depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amar primeiro, educar depois&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer primeiro, aprender depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Libertar primeiro, ensinar depois&lt;br /&gt;Alimentar primeiro, cantar depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Possuir primeiro, contemplar depois&lt;br /&gt;Agir primeiro, julgar depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Navegar primeiro, aportar depois&lt;br /&gt;Viver primeiro, morrer depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116894798039989396?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116894798039989396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116894798039989396&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116894798039989396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116894798039989396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/viver-primeiro.html' title='Viver Primeiro...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116881021443732933</id><published>2007-01-14T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:16:54.546Z</updated><title type='text'>As palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/495769/kj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/241122/kj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;O dia que descrevo com o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que na minha memoria vêm&lt;br /&gt;tem o teu som, o teu cheiro e o teu sabor...&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que correm pelo meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Como o sangue corre nas minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;São as palavras que vêm do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;quero que sintas as minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;como a mais doce fragancia do amor&lt;br /&gt;E que estas simples palavras que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;sejam o eco que invada os teus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;e a voz silenciosa que te diz Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;Vou pintá-las com a mais bela das cores&lt;br /&gt;E selá-las com o melhor dos meus beijos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116881021443732933?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116881021443732933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116881021443732933&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116881021443732933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116881021443732933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-palavras.html' title='As palavras...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116868475128980791</id><published>2007-01-13T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:39:11.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/66289/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/508403/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desejo um bom fim de semana para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um beijinho&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/33671171-116868475128980791?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116868475128980791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116868475128980791&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116868475128980791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116868475128980791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom Fim de Semana'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116843430982859976</id><published>2007-01-10T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:05:09.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Honestidade esse valor em vias de extinção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/909914/crescer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/526400/crescer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ultimamente e derivado a acontecimentos recentes na minha vida, tenho-me questionado sobre o que significa honestidade.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente e pelas vivências que tenho, penso que este será um valor que se está a perder significativamente.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se será pela selva em que vivemos, em que cada um tenta sobreviver da melhor maneira possível nem que isso implique passar por cima dos outros, não ter escrúpulos, ignorar o sofrimento que causa aos outros, mentir, enganar...&lt;br /&gt;Depois dizem-me assim:&lt;br /&gt;- Deixa...mais tarde ou mais cedo todos pagam pelo mal que fazem!&lt;br /&gt;E eu pergunto a mim mesma:&lt;br /&gt;- Será que pagam?&lt;br /&gt;- Será que nós os maníacos da honestidade e defensores dos bons valores, não passamos de meros trampolins de salto para estas pessoas alcançarem os seus objectivos?&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com todas estas dúvidas eu quero continuar a acreditar que ainda existem pessoas com bom carácter, honestas e que tal como eu acreditam nas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui um alerta em relação a algumas imobiliárias da nossa praça, aos vendedores de casas, aos compradores...&lt;br /&gt;Exijam sempre tudo escrito, e nunca se deixem enganar com a boa vontade dos outros, porque talvez os outros não tenham a mesma boa vontade que nós...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se foi muito azar da minha parte, mas comigo todos falharam, infelizmente aprendi esta lição.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116843430982859976?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116843430982859976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116843430982859976&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116843430982859976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116843430982859976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/honestidade-esse-valor-em-vias-de.html' title='Honestidade esse valor em vias de extinção...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116826565044866370</id><published>2007-01-08T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:14:10.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/341416/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/212767/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/421753/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não quero o silêncio culto e tácito&lt;br /&gt;Das bocas caladas pelo medo;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ouvir os que choram&lt;br /&gt;E os que lamentam em segredo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero minha voz embargada&lt;br /&gt;Pela pressão silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;Da solidão que não diz nada&lt;br /&gt;E da razão que se faz muda...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero o mundo em polvorosa;&lt;br /&gt;Quero a canção, quero o sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar, se for preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero o silêncio assim imposto&lt;br /&gt;Como um tapa que arde no meu rosto!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero o silêncio sim, mas quero ainda&lt;br /&gt;Poder falar tudo o que sinta;&lt;br /&gt;Poder sentir tudo o que fale...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero decidir quando me cale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a minha voz presa no peito&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o mundo grita ao meu redor!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero decidir; é meu direito&lt;br /&gt;E não lutar por ele é omissão!&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio! Não consigo ouvir direito!&lt;br /&gt;Há um barulho estranho no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;E não parece ser meu coração! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reinaldo Luciano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/33671171-116826565044866370?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116826565044866370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116826565044866370&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116826565044866370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116826565044866370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/ao-silncio.html' title='Ao Silêncio'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116794597348768502</id><published>2007-01-04T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:28:01.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Definição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/660978/po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/882788/po.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;é carne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;há carne&lt;br /&gt;e o sangue&lt;br /&gt;é alarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;é chama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;há chama&lt;br /&gt;e a brasa&lt;br /&gt;inflama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;é luta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;há luta&lt;br /&gt;e o sangue&lt;br /&gt;exulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;é cal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o corpo é onde&lt;br /&gt;há cal&lt;br /&gt;e a dor&lt;br /&gt;é sal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo&lt;br /&gt;é onde&lt;br /&gt;e a vida&lt;br /&gt;é quando. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Desconheço o autor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116794597348768502?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116794597348768502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116794597348768502&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116794597348768502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116794597348768502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2007/01/definio.html' title='Definição'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116756705354518566</id><published>2006-12-31T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T12:10:53.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo para todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/176908/Ano-Novo-Baixaki-Nick-Mancini800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/307618/Ano-Novo-Baixaki-Nick-Mancini800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desejo que 2007 seja o melhor ano para todos nós e cheio de coisas boas, sonhos realizados, muita saúde, muito amor e muitas gargalhadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um beijinho muito grande para todos, gosto muito de vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada pelo vosso carinho.&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/33671171-116756705354518566?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116756705354518566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116756705354518566&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116756705354518566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116756705354518566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/feliz-ano-novo-para-todos.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo para todos'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116690082174577696</id><published>2006-12-23T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:07:01.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/646695/fotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/589531/fotos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tal como prometi, aqui fica a foto da minha àrvore de Natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peço desculpa pela ausência, mas as coisas não têm sido fáceis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo-vos o melhor neste Natal com todo o carinho que tenho por todos os que me visitam aqui no meu cantinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um beijo graaaaaaaaande para todos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116690082174577696?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116690082174577696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116690082174577696&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116690082174577696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116690082174577696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116614181768307134</id><published>2006-12-15T00:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:16:57.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Pois é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/561055/cansada.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/305942/cansada.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é....&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou toda partidita de andar a arrumar coisas de um lado e do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Hupiiiiiiiii...já tenho água na casa nova, só falta a luz, o gás e claro a internetttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos a coisa lá vai indo, mas acho que não volto a mudar de casa...a não ser que me saia o euromilhões, e ai compro tudo novinho em folha.&lt;br /&gt;Que trabalheira...meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e abraços para todos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116614181768307134?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116614181768307134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116614181768307134&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116614181768307134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116614181768307134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/pois.html' title='Pois é...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116587589051653572</id><published>2006-12-11T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:24:50.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Oi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/639029/moving%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/335450/moving%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui estou eu de fugida para dar um olá a todos, e a pedido de algumas famílias dar novidades da minha nova casa.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, a maior parte da tralha já lá está e ainda por arrumar, mas como não tenho ainda água, gás e luz...tenho que me manter na casa anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui parece um deserto, praticamente só tem as paredes, e como tal...tá um frio de rachar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me vir livre disto tudo, e desta desarrumação toda, até julgo que é mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Só quando fazemos mudanças é que nos apercebemos da quantidade de tralha que temos em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, ainda não tenho nada arrumado na casa nova, mas prometo que depois ponho aqui uma foto da árvore de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo enorme para todos, e vou passando sempre que tiver um tempinho pela vossa "casinha" para vos dar um beijinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116587589051653572?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116587589051653572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116587589051653572&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116587589051653572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116587589051653572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/oi.html' title='Oi...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116551883724963279</id><published>2006-12-07T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:13:57.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Casa ás Costas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/123099/viagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/595453/viagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este fim de semana e a partir de hoje, vou andar com a casa às costas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixo um beijinho grande para todos e  um pedido de desculpa por não ter tempo para visitar os vossos blogs de que eu tanto gosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prometo que logo que tiver um bocadinho passo pela vossa "casa" para vos dar um beijinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por agora desejo um Bom Fim de Semana a todos.&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/33671171-116551883724963279?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116551883724963279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116551883724963279&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116551883724963279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116551883724963279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/casa-s-costas.html' title='Casa ás Costas....'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116534509362355564</id><published>2006-12-05T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:58:15.190Z</updated><title type='text'>E tu portaste-te bem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/537265/christmas_garfield-thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/400/593/christmas_garfield-thumb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116534509362355564?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116534509362355564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116534509362355564&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116534509362355564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116534509362355564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/e-tu-portaste-te-bem.html' title='E tu portaste-te bem?'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116527040907177644</id><published>2006-12-04T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:22:56.520Z</updated><title type='text'>A Princesa e o Sapo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/516362/FairyPrincessKiss_JessicaBorjesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/234188/FairyPrincessKiss_JessicaBorjesson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ao contrário do que aconteceu nesta história encantada, o sapo beijou a princesa e ela se transformou na princesa mais feliz da terra dos sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sapo por sua vez tranformou-se no mais lindo, amoroso, querido e amigo dos principes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há quem ache que as histórias de encantar não existem na vida real, mas não é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elas existem e estão ao alcance do mais comum dos mortais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basta acreditar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Princesa e o Sapo estão de parabéns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4mor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116527040907177644?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116527040907177644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116527040907177644&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116527040907177644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116527040907177644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/princesa-e-o-sapo.html' title='A Princesa e o Sapo'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116517081724493966</id><published>2006-12-03T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:33:37.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Peixinhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/71247/fishart_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/658076/fishart_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/49187/fishart_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/458677/fishart_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/171743/fishart_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/390949/fishart_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/204670/fishart_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/9916/fishart_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/74917/fishart_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/720968/fishart_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116517081724493966?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116517081724493966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116517081724493966&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116517081724493966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116517081724493966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/peixinhos.html' title='Peixinhos...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116505687564674006</id><published>2006-12-02T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T10:54:35.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Preguiça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/911627/preguica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/672855/preguica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Semana que passou deixou-me assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um Bom Fim de Semana para todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos&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/33671171-116505687564674006?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116505687564674006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116505687564674006&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116505687564674006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116505687564674006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/12/preguia.html' title='Preguiça...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116490364888164785</id><published>2006-11-30T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:31:51.003Z</updated><title type='text'>ABC da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/981215/abecedario.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/923256/abecedario.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ABC da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bre&lt;/span&gt; os olhos para ver as coisas como realmente são.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asta apenas acreditar em ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;onsidera as coisas por vários ângulos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esistir e entregar- se, jamais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntende a ti mesmo para entender melhor os teus semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;amília e amigos são tesouros escondidos, procura encontrá-los desfrutar das suas riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anha mais quem faz e doa, mais do que planejou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oje aproveita a vida. Ontem já passou e o amanhã pode nunca chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gnora aqueles que te tentam desencorajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;á chegou a hora de agir. Faz. Haje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;now-how para conseguir: Continua a tentar,sem te importares quão duro possa parecer,pois aos poucos tudo ficará mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ê, estuda e aprende sobre tudo o que te edifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ais do que tudo, ama sem exigir receber amor em troca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;unca mintas, enganes ou roubes em qualquer circunstância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;btem mais paz e harmonia evitando fontes, pessoas, lugares, coisas e hábitos negativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rática leva à perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uem desiste nunca vence e os vencedores nunca desistem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;essalta e define os teus objetivos e vái em direção a eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;onha&lt;/span&gt;, mas não te esqueças da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ome os conselhos dos mais velhos, eles possuem sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ma boa atitude: para de odiar, não sejas um parasita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isualiza o que queres e as coisas pelas quais lutas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;atts: Muita energia na tua vida. Acelera os teus esforços e faz acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is: o X da questão é :Tu és único, nada nem ninguém te pode substituir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ela pela tua auto-estima. &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/33671171-116490364888164785?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116490364888164785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116490364888164785&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116490364888164785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116490364888164785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/abc-da-vida.html' title='ABC da Vida'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116474089423894713</id><published>2006-11-28T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:15:15.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio Amoroso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/beijo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Deixa que eu te ame em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Não pergunte, não se explique, deixe&lt;br /&gt;que nossas línguas se toquem, e as bocas&lt;br /&gt;e a pele&lt;br /&gt;falem seus líquidos desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que eu te ame sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;a não ser aquelas que na lembrança ficarão&lt;br /&gt;pulsando para sempre&lt;br /&gt;como se amor e vida&lt;br /&gt;fossem um discurso&lt;br /&gt;de impronunciáveis emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Affonso Romano de Sant’ Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/33671171-116474089423894713?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116474089423894713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116474089423894713&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116474089423894713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116474089423894713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/silncio-amoroso.html' title='Silêncio Amoroso'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116466632056513167</id><published>2006-11-27T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:25:20.750Z</updated><title type='text'>O desejo de Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/641555/CC3KID76.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/768934/CC3KID76.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era uma manhã como tantas outras normais numa sala de 4 anos de Jardim de Infância.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças brincavam alegremente na sala, o barulho era mais que muito e a confusão normal estava instalada.&lt;br /&gt;Foi ai que os chamei para o tapete para falar um pouquinho com eles, numa tentativa de acalmar os animos.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei por lhes perguntar como tinha sido o fim de semana, e até havia uma novidade, a (I) tinha pegado numa tesoura em casa e cortou a franja até mesmo ao cimo da cabeça, mais umas tesouradas de lado, e ficou quase careca.&lt;br /&gt;Nem o bom serviço de uma cabeleireira conseguiu salvar tamanho feito.&lt;br /&gt;Entre passeios e brincadeiras em casa, vieram os mais diversos relatos.&lt;br /&gt;Então, lembrei-me de lhes perguntar o que queriam receber neste Natal...&lt;br /&gt;Desde carrinhos, a bonecos...listas infinitas de brinquedos que nunca mais tinha fim, tive que manter a ordem, e então sugeri:&lt;br /&gt;Vamos só dizer o que queriamos muito mas mesmo muito muito, um desejo muito grande, uma coisa especial que queremos receber este Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Ai a coisa acalmou um pouquinho, já só escolhiam um brinquedo...um carrinho, um autocarro grande como a carreira 16, a boneca Rosinha...&lt;br /&gt;Mas num cantinho havia uma menina de olhar triste que não dizia nada, e foi ai que perguntei:&lt;br /&gt;E tu querida...ainda não disseste o que mais queres receber neste Natal&lt;br /&gt;A resposta foi uma pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;- Nené... o Pai Natal vem do céu?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, ele vem do céu com as suas renas num lindo trenó.&lt;br /&gt;- Então o que eu mais queria era que ele me trouxesse a minha mãe, porque ela já lá está há muito tempo, e as mães são queridas e amigas, e eu queria a mãe para brincar comigo( a mãe morreu há dois anos com leucemia).&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me impotente, não sabia o que dizer...de repente as lágrimas vieram-me aos olhos e fiquei algum tempo a olhar para ela.&lt;br /&gt;Abracei-a e disse-lhe que a mãe estava sempre ao pé dela, mas que ela não a podia ver.&lt;br /&gt;Ela argumentou...mas assim não pode brincar comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante chegou a professora de Inglês, levantaram-se e foram para a aula a correr.&lt;br /&gt;Senti que tinha sido salva naquele momento, mas ainda agora me sinto triste, a (L) está comigo desde os 2 anos, e foi a primeira vez que falou na mãe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116466632056513167?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116466632056513167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116466632056513167&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116466632056513167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116466632056513167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-desejo-de-natal.html' title='O desejo de Natal...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116457854336431962</id><published>2006-11-26T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:02:23.376Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu verdadeiro cão..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/897136/fotos%20070%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/570712/fotos%20070%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/755556/fotos%20028%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/277018/fotos%20028%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/222946/fotos%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/222946/fotos%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/222946/fotos%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/222946/fotos%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/200/17777/fotos%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Boby não é o meu cão, o meu chama-se Joca e é este cãozinho fofo da foto. &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/33671171-116457854336431962?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116457854336431962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116457854336431962&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116457854336431962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116457854336431962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-meu-verdadeiro-co.html' title='O meu verdadeiro cão..'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116449209510397752</id><published>2006-11-25T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:03:44.036Z</updated><title type='text'>O Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/577620/107155963_328b3e4125_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/871841/107155963_328b3e4125_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visto que te escutei tanto segredo, tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Que vem do coração, dos íntimos refolhos,&lt;br /&gt;E tive o teu sorriso e enxuguei o teu pranto,&lt;br /&gt;A boca em minha boca e os olhos nos meus olhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois que um raio senti do teu astro, querida,&lt;br /&gt;Dissipar-me da fronte as densas brumas frias,&lt;br /&gt;Desde que vi cair na onda da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A pétala de rosa arrancada aos teus dias…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso agora dizer ao tempo, em seus rigores:&lt;br /&gt;Não envelheço, não! podeis correr, sem calma,&lt;br /&gt;Levando na torrente as vossas murchas flores&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém há de colher a flor que eu tenho n’alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podeis com a asa bater, tentando, sem efeito,&lt;br /&gt;A taça derramar em que me dessedento:&lt;br /&gt;Do que cinzas em vós há mais fogo em meu peito;&lt;br /&gt;E, em mim, há mais amor que em vós esquecimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116449209510397752?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116449209510397752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116449209510397752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116449209510397752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116449209510397752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-amor.html' title='O Amor'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116439867005656894</id><published>2006-11-24T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:04:30.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Bom Fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/609693/c%E3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/813468/c%25E3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois das molhas que apanhei hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois de partir dois chapéus de chuva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois de estar 3 horas presa no transito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho que vou correr com o Boby do sofá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um bom fim de semana para todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bejinhos&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/33671171-116439867005656894?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116439867005656894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116439867005656894&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116439867005656894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116439867005656894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/um-bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Um Bom Fim de Semana'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116431476761517459</id><published>2006-11-23T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:47:41.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Canção do Dia de Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/maorosa.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/maorosa.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tão bom viver dia a dia…&lt;br /&gt;A vida assim, jamais cansa…&lt;br /&gt;Viver tão só de momentos&lt;br /&gt;Como estas nuvens no céu…&lt;br /&gt;E só ganhar, toda a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Inexperiência… esperança…&lt;br /&gt;E a rosa louca dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;Presa à copa do chapéu.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dês um nome a um rio:&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é outro rio a passar.&lt;br /&gt;Nada jamais continua,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai recomeçar!&lt;br /&gt;E sem nenhuma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Das outras vezes perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;Atiro a rosa do sonho&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos distraídas… &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116431476761517459?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116431476761517459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116431476761517459&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116431476761517459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116431476761517459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/cano-do-dia-de-sempre.html' title='Canção do Dia de Sempre'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116423295467584352</id><published>2006-11-22T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:03:22.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Gozo os campos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/81-wp-paisagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/81-wp-paisagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gozo os campos sem reparar para eles. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Perguntas-me por que os gozo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os gozo, respondo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gozar uma flor é estar ao pé dela inconscientemente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ter uma noção do seu perfume nas nossas ideias mais apagadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando reparo, não gozo, vejo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fecho os olhos, e o meu corpo, que está entre a erva, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pertence inteiramente ao exterior de quem fecha os olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;À dureza fresca da terra cheirosa e irregular, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E alguma cousa dos ruídos indistintos das cousas a existir, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E só uma sombra encarnada de luz me carrega levemente nas órbitas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E só um resto de vida ouve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116423295467584352?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116423295467584352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116423295467584352&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116423295467584352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116423295467584352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/gozo-os-campos.html' title='Gozo os campos'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116422471681380831</id><published>2006-11-22T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:45:17.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Requerimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/Audi-A6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/Audi-A6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se todos fossemos assim alguma coisa havia de mudar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Requerimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exmo Senhor Presidente da Câmara Municipal de Marco de Canaveses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Manuel Coutinho Ribeiro, eleitor nº 6 da freguesia de Soalhães, vem expor e requerer a V. Excia o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Na reunião da Assembleia Municipal do passado dia 29, ouvi V. afirmar que, a partir desta semana, iria passar a dispor de um Audi a6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. E percebi, das suas palavras, que não se tratava de um acto de vaidade pessoal, mas uma forma de melhorar a imagem do município, pois que a viatura estaria ao serviço do município e não do seu presidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reflectindo sobre o assunto, lembrei-me de que o Audi do município poderá resolver-me um problema logístico que tenho em mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No próximo dia 13, é o casamento da minha prima Ester (jovem médica) com o David (jovem médico).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pediu-me a minha prima que a transportasse à Igreja, ao que eu anuí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lembrei-me, depois, que o meu carro só tem duas portas o que, convenhámos, não é muito operacional para o efeito, sobretudo para entradas e saídas, já que o vestido poderá ficar agarrado e eventualmente rasgar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Foi desta forma que me lembrei que, sendo eu munícipe do Marco, e estando o Audi ao serviço do município, seria um acto da maior justiça que eu pudesse transportar a minha prima ao casamento no A6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ainda pensei que talvez pudesse requerer a utilização do jeep Toyota, mas temo que os convidados possam gozar a noiva por se deslocar em tal veículo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Opto, pois, pelo Audi, com a promessa de que o entregarei lavado e com o combustível reposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dispenso o motorista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face ao exposto, requeiro a V. Excia se digne emprestar o A6 para utilização deste modesto munícipe no próximo dia 13, durante todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede deferimento&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Manuel Coutinho Ribeiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116422471681380831?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116422471681380831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116422471681380831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116422471681380831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116422471681380831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/requerimento.html' title='Requerimento...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116414155577703342</id><published>2006-11-21T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:39:15.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Se fossemos capazes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/1600/9677/outono01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5243/3700/320/198624/outono01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje de manhã quando me dirigia para o trabalho, observei as árvores que estavam num jardim à frente da paragem do autocarro que eu ia apanhar.&lt;br /&gt;Conforme a brisa lhes tocava, as suas folhas iam caindo numa última dança ao compasso do vento até chegarem ao chão, iniciando assim o seu processo lento de decomposição, formando um manto de múltiplas cores.&lt;br /&gt;A Natureza, em toda a sua infinita grandeza, sabe qual é o momento de deitar fora o que já não lhe faz falta, o que lhe estava a consumir energia, sem que dai possa obter mais frutos, ou mais beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Então pensei, o quanto era bom para todos nós, se fizessemos uso da sabedoria que tal como a Natureza tem, nós também possuimos.&lt;br /&gt;Julgamos nós ser os seres vivos mais inteligentes, no entanto, não somos capazes de nos renovar na altura certa, apenas mudamos a “ pele” e vamos acumulando energia que já não nos ajuda a tornar seres ainda melhores e mais bonitos.&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos imenso tempo a guardar aquilo de que não precisamos mais.&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira mudança, tal como acontece na árvore, vem de dentro para fora, e nós seres vivos dotados de inteligência, queremos sempre que ela se dê de fora para dentro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116414155577703342?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116414155577703342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116414155577703342&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116414155577703342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116414155577703342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/se-fossemos-capazes.html' title='Se fossemos capazes...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116406616461151068</id><published>2006-11-20T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:09:36.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Curso de Formação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/Vacuum4U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/Vacuum4U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Após terminado cada capítulo as mulheres irão adorá-los ainda mais.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capitulo 1: Curso obrigatório.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; "A minha mulher não é a minha mãe" (350 horas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Entender que o futebol não é outra coisa além de um desporto, e que ficar fora do mundial não é a morte. (500 horas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capitulo 2: Vida a dois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Ter filhos sem tornar-se ciumento. (50 horas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Deixar de dizer idiotices quando a mulher recebe as suas amigas (500 horas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Superar a síndrome de pose do controle remoto. (550 horas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Não mijar fora da sanita. (100 Horas). Exercícios práticos em vídeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Entender que os sapatos não vão sozinhos para o armário. (800 horas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Como chegar até ao cesto da roupa suja sem se perder. (500 horas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Como sobreviver a um resfriado sem agonizar. (100 horas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capitulo 3: Tempo livre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Passar a ferro uma camisa em menos de duas horas (exercícios práticos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Digerir cerveja, gasosa ou qualquer outra bebida sem arrotar à mesa. (exercícios práticos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capitulo 4: Curso de cozinha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nível 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(principiantes):&lt;/strong&gt; Os electrodomésticos: ON=Ligado, OFF=Desligado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nível 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(avançado):&lt;/strong&gt; A minha primeira sopa instantânea sem queimar o tacho. Exercícios práticos: Ferver a água antes de juntar a massa. Curso intensivo: Por motivos de dificuldade no entendimento dos temas os cursos terão no máximo 8 inscritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A tábua de passar a ferro:&lt;/strong&gt; Desde a secagem até ao guarda-fatos, esse misterioso processo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Electricidade:&lt;/strong&gt; vantagens económicas de contactar um técnico competente para as reparações, mesmo para as mais básicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 3:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ultima descoberta científica:&lt;/strong&gt; Cozinhar e arrumar a cozinha não provoca impotência (práticas em laboratório).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 4:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cortesia:&lt;/strong&gt; Porque não é um delito oferecer flores mesmo que esteja jácasado com ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 5:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A origem das coisas:&lt;/strong&gt; "O papel higiénico nasce ao lado da sanita?"Exposição sobre o tema reposição espontânea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 6:Pontaria fisiológica:&lt;/strong&gt; como levantar a tampa da sanita passo apasso.(Teleconferência com a universidade de Harvard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 7:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Noções ecológicas:&lt;/strong&gt; Não é necessário agitar as cortinas depois de ter emitido gases intestinais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 8:&lt;/strong&gt; Informação básica: Os homens que se perdem podem pedir informação sem parecerem maricas? (testemunhos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 9:&lt;/strong&gt; Os detergentes: Doseamento, consumo, utilização. Práticas para evitar danos irreparáveis na casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 10:&lt;/strong&gt; A máquina de lavar roupa: O grande mistério da casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 11:&lt;/strong&gt; Objectos raros: Diferenças entre o cesto da roupa suja e o chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 12:&lt;/strong&gt; Acompanhamento no veiculo: O homem no assento de acompanhante: É possível não falar ou agitar-se convulsivamente enquanto a companheira conduz ou estaciona?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema 13: &lt;/strong&gt;Mistérios da higiene pessoal: Analisar em profundidade as causas anatómicas, fisiológicas e psicológicas que não o permitem secar a casa debanho depois do banho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excelente curso para quem estiver a precisar.&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/33671171-116406616461151068?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116406616461151068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116406616461151068&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116406616461151068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116406616461151068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/curso-de-formao.html' title='Curso de Formação...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116396858428079519</id><published>2006-11-19T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:36:24.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Criatividade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/nebu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/krema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116396858428079519?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116396858428079519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116396858428079519&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116396858428079519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116396858428079519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/criatividade.html' title='Criatividade...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116384959203708523</id><published>2006-11-18T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:33:12.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/bab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/bab2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um Bom Fim de Semana para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116384959203708523?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116384959203708523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116384959203708523&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116384959203708523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116384959203708523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom Fim de Semana'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116371462999329454</id><published>2006-11-16T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:03:50.016Z</updated><title type='text'>A Minha Janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acordo pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Abro janelas do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Por onde entram&lt;br /&gt;Luzes de mil cores&lt;br /&gt;Cheiros e sabores&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a brisa fresca que me toca&lt;br /&gt;Olho o céu e vejo&lt;br /&gt;O sol a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;E os passáros&lt;br /&gt;Dão os bons dias&lt;br /&gt;Cantando alegremente&lt;br /&gt;As suas doces melodias&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-me levar&lt;br /&gt;Pelo seu alegre cantar&lt;br /&gt;Que acorda em mim&lt;br /&gt;Esta vontade de sentir&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que a vida nos dá&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens não as vejo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que elas estão lá&lt;br /&gt;Apenas vejo o quero&lt;br /&gt;quero sentir que estou viva&lt;br /&gt;e que mais um dia lindo&lt;br /&gt;nasceu para me beijar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116371462999329454?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116371462999329454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116371462999329454&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116371462999329454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116371462999329454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/minha-janela.html' title='A Minha Janela'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116363025276086528</id><published>2006-11-15T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:40:41.516Z</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/sapo6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/400/sapo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O meu amor &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que me deixa louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando me beija a boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha pele inteira fica arrepiada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E me beija com calma e fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até minh'alma se sentir beijada, ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que rouba os meus sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viola os meus ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com tantos segredos lindos e indecentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois brinca comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ri do meu umbigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E me crava os dentes, ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De me deixar maluca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando me roça a nuca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quase me machuca com a barba malfeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E de pousar as coxas entre as minhas coxas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando ele se deita, ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De me fazer rodeios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De me beijar os seios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me beijar o ventre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E me deixar em brasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desfruta do meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se o meu corpo fosse a sua casa, ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sou sua menina, viu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ele é o meu rapaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu corpo é testemunha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do bem que ele me faz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116363025276086528?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116363025276086528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116363025276086528&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116363025276086528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116363025276086528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-meu-amor.html' title='O Meu Amor'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116351539344021125</id><published>2006-11-14T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:53:12.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Receita da Felicidade à moda da Nene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/0017030909155546_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/0017030909155546_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ingredientes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auto estima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor ao próximo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Determinação &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Força de vontade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humildade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dedicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Compreensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como fazer a felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é das receitas mais fáceis, porque não tem peso nem tem medida.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum dos ingredientes pode ser comprado, trocado ou pedido emprestado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A felicidade não tem cálculo porque não é material, pode ser grande pequena, pode caber na palma de uma mão ou encher todo nosso peito.&lt;br /&gt;Basta misturar todos estes ingredientes, na dose q.b. e distribui-los correctamente por todos quantos estão à nossa volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O último ingrediente a acrescentar é o do respeito pelos outros e por nós próprios.&lt;br /&gt;Sim...porque por vezes aceitamos as diferenças na cor da pele, mas esquecemos das diferenças da maneira de pensar e de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenhas pressa, a felicidade vai demorar um bocadinho a ser alcançada, vái polvilhando com esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando alcançares o ponto perfeito, distribuir em cada gesto, em cada palavra e a cada sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;E que sejas muito feliz e possas fazer outro alguém muito feliz também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116351539344021125?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116351539344021125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116351539344021125&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116351539344021125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116351539344021125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/receita-da-felicidade-moda-da-nene.html' title='Receita da Felicidade à moda da Nene'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116342470762378354</id><published>2006-11-13T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:31:47.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Ternura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/humor_animales_15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/humor_animales_15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116342470762378354?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116342470762378354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116342470762378354&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116342470762378354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116342470762378354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/ternura.html' title='Ternura...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116324585836050119</id><published>2006-11-11T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:51:35.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Paraiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/TheWishingPool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/TheWishingPool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deixa ficar comigo a madrugada &lt;div align="center"&gt;para que a luz do sol não me constranja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Numa taça de sombra espartilhada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deita sumo de lua e de laranja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arranja uma pianola, um disco, um posto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde eu ouça o estertor de uma gaivota...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crepite, em derredor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o mar de Agosto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o outro cheiro, o teu, à minha volta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois podes partir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só te aconselho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que acendas, para tudo ser perfeito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;à cabeceira a luz do teu joelho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre os lençóis o lume do teu peito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Podes partir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De nada mais preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para a minha ilusão do Paraíso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;David Mourão Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116324585836050119?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116324585836050119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116324585836050119&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116324585836050119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116324585836050119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/paraiso.html' title='Paraiso'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116315795603872664</id><published>2006-11-10T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:54:02.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/night_time_just_got_a_little_brighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/night_time_just_got_a_little_brighter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com a próximidade do Natal e a subida do custo da electricidade, deixo aqui uma sugestão para umas prenditas de Natal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116315795603872664?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116315795603872664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116315795603872664&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116315795603872664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116315795603872664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/sugesto.html' title='Sugestão...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116307333573604796</id><published>2006-11-09T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:55:35.746Z</updated><title type='text'>O Album de fotos eróticas do meu Avô</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/152292210_79a041d024_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/152292210_79a041d024_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andei no sotão, e encontrei o Album de fotos eróticas do meu avô.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Podem desfolhar as páginas, clicando no canto superior direito, cuidado para não arrancar nenhuma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.pawelwojcik.com/grandfathersgirls/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.pawelwojcik.com/grandfathersgirls/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116307333573604796?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116307333573604796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116307333573604796&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116307333573604796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116307333573604796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-album-de-fotos-erticas-do-meu-av.html' title='O Album de fotos eróticas do meu Avô'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116299427705195536</id><published>2006-11-08T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:57:57.083Z</updated><title type='text'>É Urgente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/carinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/carinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É urgente o amor.&lt;div align="center"&gt;É urgente um barco no mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É urgente destruir certas palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ódio, solidão e crueldade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alguns lamentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muitas espadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É urgente inventar alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;multiplicar os beijos, as searas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é urgente descobrir rosas e rios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e manhãs claras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cai o silêncio nos ombros e a luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;impura, até doer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É urgente o amor, é urgente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;permanecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116299427705195536?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116299427705195536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116299427705195536&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116299427705195536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116299427705195536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/urgente.html' title='É Urgente...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116290014203386504</id><published>2006-11-07T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:50:08.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://diabinho.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Diabinho&lt;/a&gt; "apanhou-me".... e pediu para aceitar o Desafio das Manias. Assim sendo... aqui vai:"Cada bloguista participante tem de enunciar 5 manias suas, hábitos muito pessoais que os diferenciem do comum dos mortais. E além de dar ao público conhecimento dessas particularidades, tem de escolher 5 outros bloguistas para entrarem, igualmente, no jogo, não se esquecendo de deixar nos respectivos blogues aviso do "recrutamento". Ademais, cada participante deve reproduzir este "regulamento" no seu blogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1- Deixar o despertador do telemóvel tocar vezes sem conta antes de me levantar (Barulho irritante)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2- Dormir com a camisola do pijama do avesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3- Não cortar as unhas ao Domingo, porque uma vez li que a semana a seguir depois corria mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4- Comer azeitonas a toda a hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5- Sentar-me no sofá par ver televisão e adormecer logo de seguida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem... são estas as minhas pancadas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passo a palavra a:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oquehahoje.blogspot.com/"&gt;O que ha hoje&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://herculanodacosta.blog.com/"&gt;Herculano da Costa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210846363941556941" rel="nofollow"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/25459935" rel="nofollow"&gt;conchita&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/33043039" rel="nofollow"&gt;PlayingTheAngel&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/33671171-116290014203386504?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116290014203386504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116290014203386504&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116290014203386504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116290014203386504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/desafio.html' title='Desafio...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116282525121211407</id><published>2006-11-06T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:59:21.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Algumas das leis mais parvas do Mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nós ainda pensamos que em Portugal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;existem leis que não fazem muito sentido ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Líbano, os homens podem legalmente ter relações sexuais com animais, mas tem que ser fêmeas. Relações sexuais com machos é punível com a morte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Nada de misturas!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Bahrain, um médico pode legalmente examinar a genitalia feminina, mas para ele, é proibido olhar directamente para ela durante o exame. Pode apenas olhar através de um espelho&lt;strong&gt;...(Grandes artistas...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os muçulmanos não podem olhar os genitais de um cadáver. Isto também se aplica aos funcionários da funerária. Os órgãos sexuais do defunto devem estar sempre cobertos por um tijolo ou por um pedaço de madeira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Um tijoooolo, carago!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A penalidade para a masturbação na Indonésia é a decapitação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Porra!!!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há homens em Guam cujo emprego em tempo integral é viajar pelo país e desflorar virgens, as quais pagam pelo privilégio de ter sexo pela primeira vez. Razão: pelas leis de Guam, é proibido a virgens casarem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Onde é que fica o Guam?!?!?!? )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em Hong Kong , uma mulher traída pode legalmente matar seu marido adúltero mas deve fazê-lo apenas com suas mãos. Em contrapartida, a amante pode ser morta de qualquer outra maneira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Safa...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em Cali, na Colombia, uma mulher só pode ter relações com seu marido, e a primeira vez que isso ocorre, a sua mãe deve estar no quarto para testemunhar o acto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Esta faz tremer qualquer um só de pensar - já não bastava chatear como tudo, ainda tem de ir mandar palpites de como se ...)&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/33671171-116282525121211407?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116282525121211407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116282525121211407&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116282525121211407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116282525121211407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/algumas-das-leis-mais-parvas-do-mundo.html' title='Algumas das leis mais parvas do Mundo...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116265746844757092</id><published>2006-11-04T16:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:51:39.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Entre os lençois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/dormir_contigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/dormir_contigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Envoltos pela névoa de linho &lt;div align="center"&gt;os amantes se olham indescobertos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envoltos por sins e temores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os amantes se tocam cautelosamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envoltos por olhos ardentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os amantes se desejam misteriosamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envoltos... no quarto fechado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;há um não sobrar de espaço para dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As palavras sussurram delicadamente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prazeres inconfessáveis e não ditos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãos espalmadas em busca de espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desafiando as leis da física...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pernas, ora trançadas ora retesadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;querendo quebrar todos os limites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bocas em beijos, em cada milímetro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;engolindo toda a possível resistência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre lençóis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os amantes se esquecem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternamente do tempo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para quê tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se, entre lençóis, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eles vivem tão intensamente?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E... bem cá entre nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para quê mais os lençóis?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Djalma Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116265746844757092?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116265746844757092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116265746844757092&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116265746844757092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116265746844757092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/entre-os-lenois.html' title='Entre os lençois'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116255838101995431</id><published>2006-11-03T12:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:08:04.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Por favor chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/cooker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/cooker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por favor chuva passa,&lt;br /&gt;quero passear na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o cheiro das flores,&lt;br /&gt;conhecer novos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Por favor chuva, passa&lt;br /&gt;Prometo  nunca mais  fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chichi na alcatifa&lt;br /&gt;da minha dona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por favor chuva, passa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116255838101995431?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116255838101995431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116255838101995431&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116255838101995431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116255838101995431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/por-favor-chuva.html' title='Por favor chuva...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116241174052324176</id><published>2006-11-01T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:09:00.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Pão por Deus / Halooween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/pumpkin-flower-scarecrow-cat-halloween-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/pumpkin-flower-scarecrow-cat-halloween-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje lembrei-me do tempo em que era criança.&lt;br /&gt;Naquela altura no dia 1 de Novembro, juntava-me com meia dúzia de amigos, e iamos pelas portas da vizinhança pedir o Pão por Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A alegria era imensa quando nos davão uma mão cheia de castanhas, uma peça de fruta, uns rebuçados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De tarde juntavamos tudo o que tinhamos conseguido ganhar e faziamos um lanche...um verdadeiro banquete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era um dia feliz, que todos anciavamos, muitas vezes só para saber quem trazia o saco mais cheio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje, as coisas mudaram de nome, chamam-lhe Halooween.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças batem-nos à porta, damos-lhes um rebuçado...uma peça de fruta...algumas olham para nós com desdem..outras chegam a perguntar para que querem aquilo, sorriem para uma moeda (se for acima dos 20 centimos)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será que mudou tanto assim?&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/33671171-116241174052324176?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116241174052324176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116241174052324176&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116241174052324176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116241174052324176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/11/po-por-deus-halooween.html' title='Pão por Deus / Halooween'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116229464373946882</id><published>2006-10-31T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:38:28.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Cinderela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/cindy_bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/cindy_bl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HISTÓRIA DA CINDERELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(VERSÃO ACTUAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há bué de tempo havia uma garina cujo cota já tinha esticado o pernil, e que vivia com a xunga da madrasta e as melgas das filhas. Cinderela, Cindi para os amigos, parecia viver num xelindró, quase sem tempo para enviar uns mailes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perante tal desatino só lhe apetecia dar de frosques, porque a madrasta mandava-lhe bué de cortes. É então que a Cindi toma conhecimento da alta desbunda que ia acontecer. A garina curtiu a ideia mas as chavalas cortaram-lhe as vazas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ficou verdadeiramente passada, mas depois de andar à toa durante algum tempo, apareceu-lhe uma fada baril que lhe abichou uma farda bué de bacana, e ela ficou uma granda febra. No entanto, só podia afiambrar-se de tal cena até ao bater das 12. A tipa mordeu o esquema e foi prá borga sempre a abrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao entrar topou com um mano cheio de papel que era bom comó milho e que também a galou. Passou-se dos carretos! Desbundaram toda a noite até que ao ouvir das 12, ela se axandrou e teve que bazar. O tipo ficou completamente abardinado e foi atrás, encontrando pelo caminho a bota da Cindi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, com uma alta fezada, andou à procura de um chispe que entrasse a bota. Como um ganda postal que era, teve sorte e encontrou a brasa, para ganda desatino das fatelas! Estas tiveram um vaipe quando souberam que eles iam a modo que ajuntar-se. Mas mesmo assim a garina e o chavalo foram beda felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116229464373946882?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116229464373946882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116229464373946882&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116229464373946882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116229464373946882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/cinderela.html' title='Cinderela'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116221512079507495</id><published>2006-10-30T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:04:12.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideias de remodelação...da casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/00124_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 294px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/00124_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem estiver interessado em remodelar a casa… &lt;div align="center"&gt;Basta clicar em cima do modelo pretendido e descobrir as suas possíveis utilizações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ehehe)&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.loveyourmouse.com/awards/cannes/tokstok/kamasutra.html" href="http://www.loveyourmouse.com/awards/cannes/tokstok/kamasutra.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.loveyourmouse.com/awards/cannes/tokstok/kamasutra.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116221512079507495?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116221512079507495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116221512079507495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116221512079507495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116221512079507495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/ideias-de-remodelaoda-casa.html' title='Ideias de remodelação...da casa'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116215154098000623</id><published>2006-10-29T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:10:13.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Metade de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/capa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amo-te como és&lt;br /&gt;e mil vezes te amaria de novo&lt;br /&gt;Amo o jeito como me olhas,&lt;br /&gt;e a magia do teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;a minha alma sorri,&lt;br /&gt;fecho os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e quase adormeço,&lt;br /&gt;pela paz que me fazes sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te envolver com&lt;br /&gt;um manto de ternura&lt;br /&gt;que perfumei para ti,&lt;br /&gt;com toda a minha doçura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te sempre junto a mim.&lt;br /&gt;és metade do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;farinha do mesmo saco,&lt;br /&gt;a melodia que me embala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És o poema  que escrevi&lt;br /&gt;o amor que existe em mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116215154098000623?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116215154098000623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116215154098000623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116215154098000623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116215154098000623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/metade-de-mim.html' title='Metade de mim'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116208590381612028</id><published>2006-10-29T01:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:41:02.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Em ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/0001h70a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/0001h70a.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entre os teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;é que a loucura acode,&lt;br /&gt;desce à garganta,&lt;br /&gt;invade a água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No teu peito&lt;br /&gt;é que o pólen do fogo&lt;br /&gt;se junta à nascente,&lt;br /&gt;alastra na sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos teus flancos&lt;br /&gt;é que a fonte começa&lt;br /&gt;a ser rio de abelhas,&lt;br /&gt;rumor de tigre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da cintura aos joelhos&lt;br /&gt;é que a areia queima,&lt;br /&gt;o sol é secreto,&lt;br /&gt;cego o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deita-te comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina meus vidros.&lt;br /&gt;Entre lábios e lábios&lt;br /&gt;toda a música é minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116208590381612028?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116208590381612028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116208590381612028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116208590381612028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116208590381612028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/em-ti_29.html' title='Em ti...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116195667363064343</id><published>2006-10-27T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:44:33.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Desporto Radical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/image007.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/image007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/image008.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/image008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganda maluco...podia ter morrido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116195667363064343?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116195667363064343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116195667363064343&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116195667363064343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116195667363064343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/desporto-radical.html' title='Desporto Radical'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116185859841624781</id><published>2006-10-26T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:54:24.406Z</updated><title type='text'>O Guarda Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/poema_janela_aberta.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 239px; height: 349px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/poema_janela_aberta.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/poema_janela_fechada.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 191px; height: 372px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/poema_janela_fechada.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poesia Experimental&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Antero de Alda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116185859841624781?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116185859841624781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116185859841624781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116185859841624781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116185859841624781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-guarda-chuva.html' title='O Guarda Chuva'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116169822947000339</id><published>2006-10-24T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:58:27.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Linda e Rara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/ButterflyImage001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/400/ButterflyImage001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando vejo tudo o que a natureza nos oferece de tão maravilhoso, penso naqueles que teimam em destruir tudo o que há de belo, e lamento que nos seus olhos...talvez na sua alma, não haja a capacidade de reconhecer esta riqueza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É simplesmente magnifica! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116169822947000339?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116169822947000339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116169822947000339&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116169822947000339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116169822947000339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/linda-e-rara.html' title='Linda e Rara'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116150604700679669</id><published>2006-10-22T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-22T08:34:07.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Para quem tem pouco tempo para ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-Leao Tolstoi -"Guerra e Paz"&lt;/strong&gt; ( 1800 paginas )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; resumo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um rapaz não quer ir à guerra e por isso Napoleão&lt;br /&gt;invade Moscovo. A rapariga casa-se com outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FIM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Luis de Camões - "Lusiadas"&lt;/strong&gt; ( várias edições )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resumo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta com insónias decide chatear o Rei e&lt;br /&gt;contar-lhe uma história de marinheiros que,&lt;br /&gt; depois de alguns problemas (logo resolvidos por uma deusa porreiraça),&lt;br /&gt; tem o justo premio numa ilha cheia de gajas boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Gustave Flaubert -"Madame Bovary"&lt;/strong&gt; ( 378 paginas )&lt;br /&gt;resumo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dona de casa engana o marido&lt;br /&gt;com o padeiro o leiteiro o carteiro o homem do talho o&lt;br /&gt;merceeiro e um vizinho cheio de massa.&lt;br /&gt; Envenena-se e morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-William Shakespeare -"Hamlet"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resumo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um principe com insónias&lt;br /&gt;passeia pelas muralhas do castelo,&lt;br /&gt;quando o fantasma do pai lhe diz que foi&lt;br /&gt;morto pelo tio que dorme com mãe,&lt;br /&gt;cujo homem de confiança é o pai da namorada&lt;br /&gt; que entretanto se suicida ao saber que o principe matou o seu pai&lt;br /&gt;para se vingar do tio que tinha matado o pai&lt;br /&gt; do seu namorado e dormia com a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;O principe mata o tio que dorme com a mãe,&lt;br /&gt;depois de falar com uma caveira e morre,&lt;br /&gt; assassinado pelo irmão da namorada,&lt;br /&gt;a mesma que era doida e que se tinha suicidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Novo Testamento&lt;/strong&gt; ( 4 versões )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resumo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher com insónias dá à luz um filho cujo pai é uma pomba,&lt;br /&gt;o filho cresce e abandona a carpintaria para formar uma seita de&lt;br /&gt;pescadores. Por causa de um bufo,é preso e morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIM&lt;br /&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/33671171-116150604700679669?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116150604700679669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116150604700679669&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116150604700679669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116150604700679669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-quem-tem-pouco-tempo-para-ler.html' title='Para quem tem pouco tempo para ler...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116136533580621518</id><published>2006-10-20T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:33:48.653Z</updated><title type='text'>A Vida que Vivemos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/119924607_6b471e3723_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/119924607_6b471e3723_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tenho tanto sentimento &lt;div align="center"&gt;Que é frequente persuadir-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De que sou sentimental,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas reconheço, ao medir-me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que tudo isso é pensamento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que não senti afinal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temos, todos que vivemos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma vida que é vivida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E outra vida que é pensada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a única vida que temos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É essa que é dividida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre a verdadeira e a errada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qual porém é a verdadeira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E qual errada, ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos saberá explicar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vivemos de maneira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a vida que a gente tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a que tem que pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116136533580621518?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116136533580621518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116136533580621518&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116136533580621518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116136533580621518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/vida-que-vivemos.html' title='A Vida que Vivemos'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116127198682821135</id><published>2006-10-19T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:37:32.093Z</updated><title type='text'>A Vida a Preto e Branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/91921896_38c2a277d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/91921896_38c2a277d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida a preto e Branco&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um filme de animação vencedor de vários prémios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vale a pena ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://koti.welho.com/alaari/lodger/"&gt;http://koti.welho.com/alaari/lodger/&lt;/a&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/33671171-116127198682821135?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116127198682821135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116127198682821135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116127198682821135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116127198682821135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/vida-preto-e-branco.html' title='A Vida a Preto e Branco'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116118860029066873</id><published>2006-10-18T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:23:22.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Que Preguiça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/!cid_006c01c6e498$d2faede0$cd1ab459@BARNAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/%21cid_006c01c6e498%24d2faede0%24cd1ab459%40BARNAB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/!cid_006d01c6e498$d2faede0$cd1ab459@BARNAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/%21cid_006d01c6e498%24d2faede0%24cd1ab459%40BARNAB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/!cid_006601c6e498$d2faede0$cd1ab459@BARNAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/%21cid_006601c6e498%24d2faede0%24cd1ab459%40BARNAB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hoje estou como eles...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116118860029066873?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116118860029066873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116118860029066873&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116118860029066873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116118860029066873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/que-preguia.html' title='Que Preguiça...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116108661015181322</id><published>2006-10-17T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:05:39.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/gotas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/gotas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um pingo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lágrima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um rosto sincero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que chora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E triste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vai indo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chovendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esquecendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chuva lá fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116108661015181322?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116108661015181322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116108661015181322&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116108661015181322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116108661015181322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/lgrima.html' title='Lágrima...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116095774118417220</id><published>2006-10-15T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:21:21.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Ás vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/pri.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/pri.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ás vezes tenho vontade de partir&lt;br /&gt;Para bem longe&lt;br /&gt;Para um lugar distante&lt;br /&gt;Onde ainda ninguem habitou&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo por conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Onde nao houvesse tristeza, nem magoa&lt;br /&gt;Nem dor, nem sombras do passado&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo ideal&lt;br /&gt;Onde só houvesse sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;E as nuvens fossem feitas de algodão doce&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116095774118417220?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116095774118417220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116095774118417220&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116095774118417220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116095774118417220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/s-vezes.html' title='Ás vezes...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116078601557618068</id><published>2006-10-14T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:38:29.313Z</updated><title type='text'>O Amor e a Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/GoldenEmbrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/GoldenEmbrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A loucura resolveu convidar os amigos para tomarem um café na sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os convidados foram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após tomarem o café, a loucura propôs: --- Vamos brincar às escondidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso? perguntou a curiosidade. Escondidas é uma brincadeira em que eu conto até cem e eu vou procurar, o primeiro a ser encontrado será o próximo a contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos aceitaram, menos o medo e a preguiça.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3..., a loucura começou a contar. A pressa escondeu-se primeiro, em qualquer lugar.&lt;br /&gt;A timidez, tímida como sempre escondeu-se no buraco de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alegria correu para o meio do jardim, já a tristeza começou a chorar pois não achava um local apropriado para se esconder. A inveja acompanhou o triunfo e escondeu-se perto dele, debaixo de uma pedra. A loucura continuava a contar enquanto os seus amigos se escondiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desespero ficou desesperado ao ver a loucura que já estava no noventa e nove, cem...&lt;br /&gt;Gritou a loucura: --- Vou começar a procurar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro a aparecer foi a curiosidade já que não aguentava mais e queria saber quem seria o próximo a contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar para o lado a loucura viu a dúvida em cima do muro sem saber em qual dos lados se escondia melhor. E assim foram aparecendo, a alegria, a tristeza, a timidez ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estavam todos reunidos a curiosidade perguntou: ---Onde está o amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém o tinha visto. A loucura começou a procurar. Procurou em cima da montanha, nos rios, debaixo das pedras e nada do amor aparecer, procurando por todos os lados a loucura viu uma roseira, pegou num pauzinho, começou a procurar entre os galhos, quando derrepente ouviu um grito. Era o amor a gritar por ter furado o olho com um espinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loucura não sabia o que fazer. Pediu desculpas, implorou pelo perdão do amor e até prometeu servir-lhe para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor aceitou as desculpas. Desde então e até hoje.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor é cego, e a loucura acompanha-o sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116078601557618068?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116078601557618068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116078601557618068&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116078601557618068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116078601557618068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-amor-e-loucura.html' title='O Amor e a Loucura'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116065118179495202</id><published>2006-10-12T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:31:36.690Z</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas e nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/amizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um que passa em nossa vida, &lt;div align="center"&gt;Passa sozinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque cada pessoa é única para nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nenhuma substitui a outra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada um que passa em nossa vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passa sozinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não vai só...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada um que passa em nossa vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leva um pouco de nós mesmos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nos deixa um pouco de si mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há os que levam muito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não há os que não levam nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há os que deixam muito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não há os que não deixam nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta é a mais bela realidade da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A prova tremenda da importância de cada um,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É que ninguém se aproxima do outro por acaso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116065118179495202?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116065118179495202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116065118179495202&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116065118179495202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116065118179495202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-pessoas-e-ns.html' title='As pessoas e nós'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116049897590776978</id><published>2006-10-10T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:52:54.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos de Ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/ternura.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/ternura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116049897590776978?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116049897590776978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116049897590776978&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116049897590776978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116049897590776978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/momentos-de-ternura.html' title='Momentos de Ternura'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116034063898586023</id><published>2006-10-08T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:08:49.883Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ás vezes penso no tempo&lt;br /&gt;e no modo como o tempo nos leva,&lt;br /&gt;onde nos quer levar.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa depressa,&lt;br /&gt;quando temos prazer naquilo que fazemos.&lt;br /&gt;Outras passa muito devagar, quase que nao se vai embora...&lt;br /&gt;É quando sofremos com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém segura o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;é o tempo que nos segura a nós.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo leva...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo trás...&lt;br /&gt;Leva dores, cura amores,&lt;br /&gt;trás ilusões e novos amores.&lt;br /&gt;Leva, trás...&lt;br /&gt;trás e leva...&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa o tempo não nos consegue levar,&lt;br /&gt;é a capacidade que temos para sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o tempo enquanto for tempo,&lt;br /&gt;nunca vai ter hora para chegar. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116034063898586023?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116034063898586023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116034063898586023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116034063898586023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116034063898586023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116025964539554526</id><published>2006-10-07T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:23:43.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/preguica.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/preguica.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116025964539554526?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116025964539554526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116025964539554526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116025964539554526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116025964539554526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/bom.html' title='Bom...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116013846483389402</id><published>2006-10-06T12:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:10:13.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Mentalização</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/poder%20de%20compra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 258px; height: 227px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/poder%20de%20compra.png" border="0" height="279" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu és muito linda..&lt;br /&gt;Tu consegues...&lt;br /&gt;Tu acreditas...&lt;br /&gt;Tu tens esperança..&lt;br /&gt;Virão dias melhores...&lt;br /&gt;Isto não há-de ser nada...&lt;br /&gt;Até pode ser que voltem atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas são só “mais” uns eurozitos....&lt;br /&gt;Se pagasses x era muito pior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho de mentalização depois de ter sido anunciado uma nova subida das taxas de juros do crédito à habitação.&lt;br /&gt;E mais não digo que parece mal....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116013846483389402?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116013846483389402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116013846483389402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116013846483389402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116013846483389402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/mentalizao.html' title='Mentalização'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-116004212863415560</id><published>2006-10-05T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:01:58.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Se cada dia cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/125958576_202c2fa87c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/125958576_202c2fa87c_b.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se cada dia cai, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dentro de cada noite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;há um poço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde a claridade está presa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;há que sentar-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na beira do poço da sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e pescar a luz caída com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-116004212863415560?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/116004212863415560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=116004212863415560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116004212863415560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/116004212863415560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-cada-dia-cai.html' title='Se cada dia cai'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115998425862223405</id><published>2006-10-04T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:50:58.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Brilho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/Rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/Rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero este dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem parar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre o mesmo dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Constante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por montes encantados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos beijos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castelos espanhóis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peixes dourados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gaivotas e mar,&lt;br /&gt;Quero este dia...&lt;br /&gt;E que voltes para ser dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dia e luar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque tenho nos meus olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia de brilho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Constante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MM&lt;/em&gt;&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/33671171-115998425862223405?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115998425862223405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115998425862223405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115998425862223405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115998425862223405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/brilho.html' title='Brilho'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115988557172305158</id><published>2006-10-03T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:26:11.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje apetece-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/DSC07396.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/DSC07396.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: João Coutinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Outono chegou,&lt;br /&gt;as primeiras folhas caem suavemente no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Formam um tapete macio e multicolor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece–me deitar sobre as folhas caídas...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o seu cheiro adocicado,&lt;br /&gt;misturar-me nas suas cores quentes,&lt;br /&gt;tocar a brisa que passa e contemplar a vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115988557172305158?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115988557172305158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115988557172305158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115988557172305158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115988557172305158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoje-apetece-me.html' title='Hoje apetece-me...'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115969817674019526</id><published>2006-10-01T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:59:02.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Toque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/maos.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 290px; height: 253px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/maos.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/concha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida nos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;deixo me levar pelo teu toque.&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me onde o teu corpo me alcança,&lt;br /&gt;me leva, e me deixa esquecida no desejo de te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-me e encontro-me no teu sentir e no teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;onde só o teu corpo me leva até tudo&lt;br /&gt;e te trás até mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115969817674019526?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115969817674019526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115969817674019526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115969817674019526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115969817674019526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/10/toque.html' title='Toque'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115955757389340510</id><published>2006-09-29T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:19:33.970Z</updated><title type='text'>O Fiel Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/ATT00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/ATT00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115955757389340510?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115955757389340510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115955757389340510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115955757389340510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115955757389340510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-fiel-amigo.html' title='O Fiel Amigo'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115937433834855379</id><published>2006-09-27T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:29:49.383Z</updated><title type='text'>A Cor das Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penso nas palavras&lt;br /&gt;que correm como o vento&lt;br /&gt;na caneta, no lápis, ou no pincel.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ouvidas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ditas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que alegram, desarmam ou cantam&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que entristecem, que excitam ou enganam&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que confortam, que brilham, ou desencantam&lt;br /&gt;Palavras doces, palavras amargas&lt;br /&gt;São muitas as palavras&lt;br /&gt;que correm como o vento...&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos a sua forma, as suas letras...&lt;br /&gt;e até o seu tom.&lt;br /&gt;E a Cor?&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém conhece a cor das palavras?&lt;br /&gt;Peguei nos meus lápis de cor&lt;br /&gt;e decidi pinta-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/33671171-115937433834855379?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115937433834855379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115937433834855379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115937433834855379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115937433834855379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/cor-das-palavras.html' title='A Cor das Palavras'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115921916029053630</id><published>2006-09-25T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:21:12.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Reconhecimento à Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/116092054_b3813d1a64_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/116092054_b3813d1a64_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Já alguém sentiu a loucura vestir de repente o nosso corpo?&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tomar a forma dos objectos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E acender relâmpagos no pensamento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E às vezes parecer ser o fim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exatamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como o cavalo do soneto de Ângelo de Lima?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tal e qual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E depois mostrar-nos o que há-de vir muito melhor do que está?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E dar-nos a cheirar uma cor que nos faz seguir viagem sem paragem nem resignação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sentirmo-nos empurrados pelos rins na aula de descer abismos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e fazer dos abismos descidas de recreio e covas de encher novidade? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E fazer frente ao impossível atrevidamente e ganhar-Ihe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e ganhar-Ihe a ponto do impossível ficar possível?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quando tudo parece perfeito poder-se ir ainda mais além? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E isto de desencantar vidas aos que julgam que a vida é só uma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E isto de haver sempre ainda mais uma maneira pra tudo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu Só, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loucura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;és capaz de transformar o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tantas vezes quantas sejam as necessárias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para olhos individuais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só tu és capaz de fazer que tenham razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tantas razões que hão-de viver juntas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo, exceto tu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é rotina peganhenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só tu tens asas para dar a quem tas vier buscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José de Almada Negreiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115921916029053630?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115921916029053630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115921916029053630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115921916029053630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115921916029053630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/reconhecimento-loucura.html' title='Reconhecimento à Loucura'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115910830220727276</id><published>2006-09-24T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:31:42.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Generosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/fortodosculoco9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/fortodosculoco9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115910830220727276?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115910830220727276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115910830220727276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115910830220727276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115910830220727276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/generosidade.html' title='Generosidade'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115900720650725008</id><published>2006-09-23T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:26:46.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/bfssopa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/bfssopa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115900720650725008?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115900720650725008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115900720650725008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115900720650725008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115900720650725008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom fim de Semana'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115886523845644020</id><published>2006-09-21T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:38:10.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Não Sei....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/jk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/jk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei escrever tudo o que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;mas sei sentir e com um amor imenso cada pedacinho da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei amar de morrer porque para mim amar é viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei sonhar todos os meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;só sei sonhar o que o meu coração pede.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dar tudo de mim,&lt;br /&gt;mas esforço-me para dar tudo o que posso.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quase nada da vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que é bom existir.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sei é que a vida é linda&lt;br /&gt;e que enquanto houver um mínimo de ternura para oferecer,&lt;br /&gt;a vida vale a pena viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letícia Thompson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115886523845644020?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115886523845644020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115886523845644020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115886523845644020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115886523845644020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-sei.html' title='Não Sei....'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115869952134781619</id><published>2006-09-19T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:47:56.250Z</updated><title type='text'>A Escola dos Animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certa vez, os animais decidiram que deveriam fazer algo heróico para resolver os problemas de "um novo mundo". Assim, organizaram uma escola.&lt;br /&gt;Adoptaram um currículo de actividades que compreendia corrida, alpinismo, natação e vôo. Para ministrar o currículo mais facilmente, todos os animais teriam todas as matérias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O pato era excelente em natação, na verdade era até melhor que o seu instrutor, mas teve apenas notas satisfatórias em vôo e era muito mau na corrida. Como era lento na corrida, precisou de treinar depois das aulas e também abandonar a natação para praticar a corrida. Continuou a fazer isso até os seus pés palmados ficarem gravemente feridos e passou a ter um aproveitamento apenas regular em natação. Mas como regular era aceitável na escola, ninguém se preocupou com isso, a não ser o próprio pato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O coelho começou como o melhor da classe em corrida, mas teve um colapso nervoso por causa de tantos treinos de natação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O esquilo era excelente em alpinismo até ficar frustrado com seu aproveitamento nas aulas de vôo, quando a sua professora mandou que partisse do chão para cima, e não do topo da árvore para baixo. Além disso, desenvolveu cãibras devido a uma estafa e então tirou um Suficiente em alpinismo e um médio em corrida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A águia era uma criança problemática e foi severamente disciplinada. Na aula de alpinismo, venceu todos os outros em direção ao topo da árvore, mas insistiu em utilizar seu próprio caminho para lá chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao final do ano, uma excepcional enguia que sabia nadar extremamente bem, além de correr, subir e voar um pouco, obteve a melhor média e foi a melhor da turma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As marmotas ficaram fora da escola e protestaram contra as mensalidades, porque a administração não quis incluir escavação e construção de tocas no currículo. Matricularam os seus filhos como aprendizes de um texugo e mais tarde juntaram-se aos porcos-da-terra para fundarem uma bem-sucedida escola particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual a moral da história?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;George H. Reavis in "Canja de galinha para a alma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115869952134781619?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115869952134781619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115869952134781619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115869952134781619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115869952134781619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/escola-dos-animais.html' title='A Escola dos Animais'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115852841377654299</id><published>2006-09-17T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:48:25.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Melodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu poderia estar triste com os problemas&lt;br /&gt;Mas escolhi ser feliz, e arranjar solução para os dilemas.&lt;br /&gt;Penso na vida como uma melodia&lt;br /&gt;Sou maestra do meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Dona da minha orquestra&lt;br /&gt;O som, é o da vida e da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que quer tocar nos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Marco o compasso, em cada passo&lt;br /&gt;E danço a dança da vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115852841377654299?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115852841377654299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/103387062_6e779c40f7_m.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/103387062_6e779c40f7_m.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Edyta Pilichowska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvio dos teus ombros o lençol&lt;br /&gt;que é feito de ternura amarrotada,&lt;br /&gt;da frescura que vem depois do Sol,&lt;br /&gt;quando depois do Sol não vem mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho a roupa no chão: que tempestade!&lt;br /&gt;há restos de ternura pelo meio,&lt;br /&gt;como vultos perdidos na cidade&lt;br /&gt;em que uma tempestade sobreveio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começas a vestir-te, lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;e é ternura também que vou vestindo,&lt;br /&gt;para enfrentar lá fora aquela gente&lt;br /&gt;que da nossa ternura anda sorrindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém sonha a pressa com que nós&lt;br /&gt;a despimos assim que estamos sós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Mourão Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115837554759619015?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o amor - e depois?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ficar os dois&lt;br /&gt;a imaginar, a imaginar?...&lt;br /&gt;O meu peito contra o teu peito&lt;br /&gt;cortando o mar, cortando o ar.&lt;br /&gt;Num leito&lt;br /&gt;há todo o espaço para amar!&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa carne estamos&lt;br /&gt;sem destino, sem medo, sem pudor,&lt;br /&gt;e trocamos - somos um? somos dois? -&lt;br /&gt;espírito e calor!&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o amor - e depois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Alexandre O'Neill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115785530639309534?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115785530639309534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115785530639309534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115785530639309534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115785530639309534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-amor-o-amor.html' title='O Amor é o 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115732603808937624?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115732603808937624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115732603808937624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115732603808937624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115732603808937624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-que-diz-princesa-ao-sapo_03.html' title='O que diz a princesa ao sapo?'/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115725480951245473</id><published>2006-09-03T03:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:37:05.953Z</updated><title type='text'>O Colar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O Colar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é como um colar de pérolas, em que as vivências se unem, e vão acrescentando esse mesmo colar ano após ano.&lt;br /&gt;O brilho e a intensidade de cada uma, depende da forma como encaramos essas mesmas vivências, e da capacidade que tivermos para as fazer brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;O que interessa mesmo, é que no fim de tudo o nosso colar tenha o brilho e a luminosidade da mais bela das pérolas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115725480951245473?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115725480951245473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115725480951245473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115725480951245473'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/labios.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suavemente....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115718991242261648?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115718991242261648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115718991242261648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115718991242261648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115718991242261648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/09/suavemente_02.html' title=''/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115706822485529966</id><published>2006-08-31T23:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:50:24.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/1600/ccfrog11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/3700/320/ccfrog11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu sapinho é o mais lindooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115706822485529966?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115706822485529966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115706822485529966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115706822485529966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115706822485529966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-meu-sapinho-o-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>nene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286763045293048503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33671171.post-115706783141487833</id><published>2006-08-31T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:57:19.906Z</updated><title type='text'>um</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fecho os meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sinto-te....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sim, tu estás aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tocas-me como uma brisa macia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sinto o teu aroma doce, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Os teus beijos quentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Embriagam-me de emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tocas-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sinto a tua pele na minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E somos só um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O meu corpo fica completo com o teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Quero acordar contigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Que a noite seja testemunha deste amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Quero olhar nos teus olhos, e sentir-te em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Preciso de ti, da tua docura e do teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fecho os meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Estás em mim, vives em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Quero dizer que te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E que contigo eu sou muito feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33671171-115706783141487833?l=ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocolardaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115706783141487833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33671171&amp;postID=115706783141487833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115706783141487833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33671171/posts/default/115706783141487833'/><link 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