<?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-7569369357977862657</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:51:52.371Z</updated><title type='text'>Lena-Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Apenas o dia-a-dia!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3065429043480674394</id><published>2011-01-11T16:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:07:49.757Z</updated><title type='text'>Burlesque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.moviesbase.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Burlesque-2010-Official-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 667px;" src="http://static.moviesbase.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Burlesque-2010-Official-Poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Ano Novo e vejam este filme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3065429043480674394?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3065429043480674394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3065429043480674394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3065429043480674394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3065429043480674394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/burlesque.html' title='Burlesque'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-7771385416201396680</id><published>2009-12-20T14:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:49:10.951Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://marioav.nadamelhor.com/blog/0712/071223-BoasFestasEtc-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 640px;" src="http://marioav.nadamelhor.com/blog/0712/071223-BoasFestasEtc-blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja Natal ou Ano Novo espero que tudo corra pelo melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7771385416201396680?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7771385416201396680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7771385416201396680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7771385416201396680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7771385416201396680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-3009051701883852450</id><published>2009-09-10T11:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:27:43.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Arquipélago dos Açores...</title><content type='html'>Bem agora depois de visitar mal ou bem as 9 ilhas do Arquipélago dos Açores, muito melhor sei e compreendo este povo açoriano que é tão diferente entre si....&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais depois de viver aqui 1 ano 11 meses e 11 dias!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que continuam a ser normais aqui, os sotaques, as pessoas sempre mais abertas e simpáticas fora da cidade, a comida boa, as paisagens deslumbrantes, a calma, paz e tranquilidade que se vive nestas ilhas!&lt;br /&gt;Bem aviso que a Lena-Life segue para o Alentejo novamente, ou melhor pela 1 vez neste blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar ao continente e acreditem, ainda não acredito!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Projecto novo, vida nova!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os que ficam vão comigo, não no avião mas no meu coração!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os que ajudaram, contribuiram para estes quase 2 anos d vida insular o meu muito obrigado, foi por vocês que eu sobrevivi aqui neste ... pedaço de terra no mar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379783201172732562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqjUUXKDupI/AAAAAAAAAsY/TrnhCGYiz_Q/s400/acores.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3009051701883852450?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3009051701883852450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3009051701883852450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3009051701883852450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3009051701883852450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-arquipelago-dos-acores.html' title='O Arquipélago dos Açores...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqjUUXKDupI/AAAAAAAAAsY/TrnhCGYiz_Q/s72-c/acores.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-6125267623203940495</id><published>2009-09-08T11:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:42:43.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The return...</title><content type='html'>That's not the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;That's the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - Emotion&lt;br /&gt;Love - Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Feeling - Emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be weak&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too proud to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just look into your heart my friend&lt;br /&gt;That will be the return to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The return to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then start to laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you must, then start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself don't hide&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your own way&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up and use the chance&lt;br /&gt;To return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer volta é dificil, não interessa se foi muito bom, ou muito mau, se será melhor ou pior, qualquer mudança é difiicil e custa, mas é preciso só acreditar... E tudo correrá bem!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6125267623203940495?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6125267623203940495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6125267623203940495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6125267623203940495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6125267623203940495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/return.html' title='The return...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-6651742769016873034</id><published>2009-09-04T12:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:20:22.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas férias...</title><content type='html'>Respondendo aquelas pessoas que dizem a Lena está sempre de férias.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus 6 dias de férias em Agosto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - 15h barco S. Miguel - Terceira 4h&lt;br /&gt;21 - 10h barco Terceira - Graciosa 3h, 20h barco Graciosa - São Jorge 2h&lt;br /&gt;22 - 15h barco São jorge - Pico 2h, 21h barco Pico - Faial 2h&lt;br /&gt;23 - 12h avião Faial - Flores 2h&lt;br /&gt;25 - 11h barco Flores - Corvo 40min, 18h barco Corvo - Flores 40mi&lt;br /&gt;26 -14h avião Flores - Faial 2h, 17h barco Faial - Pico, 30min&lt;br /&gt;27 - 9h avião Pico, Terceira, Lisboa 3h&lt;br /&gt;28 - 18h expresso Lisboa - Beja 2h&lt;br /&gt;29 - 19h expresso Beja - évora 1h30&lt;br /&gt;30 - 15h boleia de carro Evora - Lisboa (Aeroporto) 2h, 19h Lisboa - São Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* De qualquer maneira foram das melhores férias da minha vida, boa companhia, muito passeio e uma boa surpresa a meio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6651742769016873034?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6651742769016873034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6651742769016873034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6651742769016873034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6651742769016873034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-minhas-ferias.html' title='As minhas férias...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-4634941313357798282</id><published>2009-09-04T10:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:05:01.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqDmEJhu3BI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/jPDa4E-ddkQ/s1600-h/AETV87094200_1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377550914031639570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqDmEJhu3BI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/jPDa4E-ddkQ/s400/AETV87094200_1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Troquei a YAMAHA DTR 125cc que com a lei nova já se pode conduzir com carta B, por este carrinho o ET... mas é maneirinho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4634941313357798282?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4634941313357798282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4634941313357798282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4634941313357798282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4634941313357798282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/et.html' title='ET'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqDmEJhu3BI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/jPDa4E-ddkQ/s72-c/AETV87094200_1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-7784715559156287040</id><published>2009-09-04T10:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:59:18.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xutos &amp; Pontapés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqDkXlNu-4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XKyWoC_ATIE/s1600-h/promo-xutos5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377549048858213250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqDkXlNu-4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XKyWoC_ATIE/s400/promo-xutos5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para muitos xutos é normal, mas não para mim os xutos já vão em 30 anos e eu esperei 28 anos para os ver, sim 28 anos, quase o mesmo tempo que eles andam aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi na noite de 26 para 27 de Agosto nas Lajes do Pico, na Ilha do Pico, Açores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi mesmo umas férias e muitos meses a pensar quando poderia ser este evento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda para mais no dia seguinte vim no mesmo avião com eles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7784715559156287040?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7784715559156287040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7784715559156287040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7784715559156287040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7784715559156287040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/xutos-pontapes.html' title='Xutos &amp; Pontapés'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SqDkXlNu-4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XKyWoC_ATIE/s72-c/promo-xutos5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4800967477103257030</id><published>2009-09-03T17:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:19:49.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alqueva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sp_sm7t5EkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/oNWKTvkHZhQ/s1600-h/alqueva2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377276633713021506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sp_sm7t5EkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/oNWKTvkHZhQ/s400/alqueva2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De passagem do meu Alentejo para a capital, passei uns bons momentos neste paraíso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4800967477103257030?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4800967477103257030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4800967477103257030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4800967477103257030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4800967477103257030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/alqueva.html' title='Alqueva'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sp_sm7t5EkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/oNWKTvkHZhQ/s72-c/alqueva2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-9126565245274245393</id><published>2009-08-17T12:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:17:07.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão = Praia</title><content type='html'>Uns dizem que esta correspondência é o mais importante, para mim, nem por isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas cá vai este verão já dei uns mergulhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponta Delgada&lt;br /&gt;Faro&lt;br /&gt;Carcavelos&lt;br /&gt;Horta&lt;br /&gt;Praia da Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Pico&lt;br /&gt;Graciosa&lt;br /&gt;São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Corvo&lt;br /&gt;Flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperam-se mais... Boas férias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-9126565245274245393?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9126565245274245393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=9126565245274245393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/9126565245274245393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/9126565245274245393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/verao-praia.html' title='Verão = Praia'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-501047354363640634</id><published>2009-05-25T16:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:14:37.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vilas de Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Shq1irtNFPI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0OeYayWQtxg/s1600-h/jose_franco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339779915653649650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Shq1irtNFPI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0OeYayWQtxg/s400/jose_franco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vila tipica de José Franco e Helena Franco,no Sobreiro antes da Ericeira, vale a pena descobrir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado, Bruninho!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-501047354363640634?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/501047354363640634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=501047354363640634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/501047354363640634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/501047354363640634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/vilas-de-portugal.html' title='Vilas de Portugal'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Shq1irtNFPI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0OeYayWQtxg/s72-c/jose_franco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-7674475354296763387</id><published>2009-05-15T16:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:51:47.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingertips &amp; Fonzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sg2PdmOi4KI/AAAAAAAAArw/tOI8dbtPCeM/s1600-h/fonzie(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336078872144437410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sg2PdmOi4KI/AAAAAAAAArw/tOI8dbtPCeM/s400/fonzie(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sg2O-8LbbiI/AAAAAAAAAro/B3nYExTFoH0/s1600-h/38_fingertips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336078345461001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sg2O-8LbbiI/AAAAAAAAAro/B3nYExTFoH0/s400/38_fingertips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao vivo na Semana Académica de Ponta Delgada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7674475354296763387?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7674475354296763387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7674475354296763387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7674475354296763387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7674475354296763387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/fingertips-fonzie.html' title='Fingertips &amp; Fonzie'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/Sg2PdmOi4KI/AAAAAAAAArw/tOI8dbtPCeM/s72-c/fonzie(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5617718948830044210</id><published>2009-05-15T16:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:48:07.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame - O Musical (versão portuguesa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rosa10.com/upload/userfiles/Image/1Fame/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rosa10.com/upload/userfiles/Image/1Fame/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5617718948830044210?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5617718948830044210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5617718948830044210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5617718948830044210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5617718948830044210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/fame-o-musical-versao-portuguesa.html' title='Fame - O Musical (versão portuguesa)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-4703511836461562002</id><published>2009-04-23T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:09:30.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ABBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SfCurjU1sXI/AAAAAAAAArg/VXxRDZyKbvY/s1600-h/planet_abba_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327950422419550578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SfCurjU1sXI/AAAAAAAAArg/VXxRDZyKbvY/s320/planet_abba_zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não eram suecos, não eram grandes cantores, não eram quatro mas deram show em PDL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4703511836461562002?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4703511836461562002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4703511836461562002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4703511836461562002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4703511836461562002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/abba.html' title='ABBA'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SfCurjU1sXI/AAAAAAAAArg/VXxRDZyKbvY/s72-c/planet_abba_zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-6800228183591417776</id><published>2009-03-30T15:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:02:30.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SdDevvYZe2I/AAAAAAAAArY/32JJPHnh-JE/s1600-h/Bicicleta_BTT_MS_4862ca1419df0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318996071678573410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SdDevvYZe2I/AAAAAAAAArY/32JJPHnh-JE/s320/Bicicleta_BTT_MS_4862ca1419df0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem nesta Ilha tudo se faz, este domingo foi um passeio de 35 pessoas em BTT de PDL - Lagoa, ida e volta ou seja 34km...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com uma bike parecida emprestada, a bike andou melhor que eu!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas no fim correu bem, só não tive tempo para apreciar o bife na Lagoa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6800228183591417776?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6800228183591417776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6800228183591417776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6800228183591417776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6800228183591417776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/btt.html' title='BTT'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SdDevvYZe2I/AAAAAAAAArY/32JJPHnh-JE/s72-c/Bicicleta_BTT_MS_4862ca1419df0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3887719172894182397</id><published>2009-03-23T13:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:07:19.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Corrida contra o Racismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SceJAdGDoNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dkTtnW8uXRQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316368526037197010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SceJAdGDoNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dkTtnW8uXRQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é, assim se passou este domingo, apenas uma marcha, que se transformou em corrida com dorsal e tudo e depois até terminar os 4,5 km foi bom saber que ainda fiquei em 1º Lugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora tenho uma bela taça lá em casa!&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/7569369357977862657-3887719172894182397?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3887719172894182397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3887719172894182397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3887719172894182397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3887719172894182397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/corrida-contra-o-racismo.html' title='Corrida contra o Racismo'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SceJAdGDoNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dkTtnW8uXRQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-2021202670524841618</id><published>2009-03-18T16:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:03:25.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Kart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/ScEa0agePZI/AAAAAAAAArI/-2Z2pNN4_I4/s1600-h/kart_jacto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314558523044937106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/ScEa0agePZI/AAAAAAAAArI/-2Z2pNN4_I4/s320/kart_jacto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é um exemplo de Kart, esta menina andou a fazer uns programas diferentes para variar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei muito é relaxante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito caro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas uma experiência diferente do habitual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual será a próxima?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2021202670524841618?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2021202670524841618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2021202670524841618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2021202670524841618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2021202670524841618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/kart.html' title='Kart'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/ScEa0agePZI/AAAAAAAAArI/-2Z2pNN4_I4/s72-c/kart_jacto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4880041524494360305</id><published>2009-03-04T15:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:28:26.307Z</updated><title type='text'>The Story...</title><content type='html'>Brandi Carlile&lt;br /&gt;The Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...&lt;br /&gt;I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;br /&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;You do I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;It's hiding the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know what I've been through like you do&lt;br /&gt;And I was made for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas são as nossas histórias... Por vezes uma canção pode resumi-las!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4880041524494360305?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4880041524494360305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4880041524494360305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4880041524494360305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4880041524494360305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/story.html' title='The Story...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-4324419151877677110</id><published>2009-03-02T13:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:06:33.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Luís Gil Bettencourt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.acores.net/images/agenda/27191_1230638637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px" alt="" src="http://www.acores.net/images/agenda/27191_1230638637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este concerto de certeza que me marcou a minha estadia nos Açores e deu-me mais certezas de continuar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que sinto-me mais Açoriana se o posso dizer assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegou a altura de absorver as Ilhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não só de viagens, mas com musica, provas de pudins de chá, passeios, descobertas e açorianos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem não foi perdeu um show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este guitarrista simples, que se apresenta em palco sem nada, mas ao mesmo tempo com tudo, com uma vida inteira de musica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com amigos, familia e principalmente as Ilhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei, que mais posso dizer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado, e que não fiquem por aqui, qua haja saúde para mais concertos destes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4324419151877677110?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4324419151877677110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4324419151877677110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4324419151877677110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4324419151877677110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/luis-gil-bettencourt.html' title='Luís Gil Bettencourt'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-6906491343830694530</id><published>2009-03-02T12:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:00:27.242Z</updated><title type='text'>Ilhas de Bruma</title><content type='html'>Ainda sinto os pés no terreiro&lt;br /&gt;Onde os meus avós bailavam o pezinho&lt;br /&gt;A bela Aurora e a Sapateia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que nas veias corre-me basalto negro&lt;br /&gt;E na lembrança vulcões e terramotos&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que eu sou das ilhas de bruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde as gaivotas vão beijar a terra&lt;br /&gt;Se no olhar trago a dolência das ondas&lt;br /&gt;O olhar é a doçura das lagoas&lt;br /&gt;É que trago a ternura das hortênsias&lt;br /&gt;No coração a ardência das caldeiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que eu sou das ilhas de bruma&lt;br /&gt;Onde as gaivotas vão beijar a terra&lt;br /&gt;É que nas veias corre-me basalto negro&lt;br /&gt;No coração a ardência das caldeiras&lt;br /&gt;O mar imenso me enche a alma&lt;br /&gt;E tenho verde, tanto verde a indicar-me a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora passado 1Ano e meio posso dizer que os Açores entraram em mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6906491343830694530?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6906491343830694530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6906491343830694530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6906491343830694530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6906491343830694530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/ilhas-de-bruma.html' title='Ilhas de Bruma'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-6365769370137324571</id><published>2009-03-02T12:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:54:58.970Z</updated><title type='text'>SlumDog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogdapulp.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/picture-12.png?w=201&amp;amp;h=300"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogdapulp.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/picture-12.png?w=201&amp;amp;h=300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem dúvida o melhor filme do ano, porque te faz esquecer que estás no cinema, porque te dá várias emoções diferentes durante o filme, porque te faz pensar realmente nas coisas importantes na vida e nas nossas prioridades que se vão modificando ao longo da vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, tanta diversidade nos trouxe este filme e esta nova abordagem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6365769370137324571?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6365769370137324571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6365769370137324571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6365769370137324571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6365769370137324571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/slamdog-millionaire.html' title='SlumDog Millionaire'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-1760245865328262792</id><published>2009-03-02T12:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:50:23.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://usuarios.lycos.es/carlos_cr/esp/madrid/imagen/madrid01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 550px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://usuarios.lycos.es/carlos_cr/esp/madrid/imagen/madrid01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lepanto.com.br/Imagens/MadridFUL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 780px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 584px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lepanto.com.br/Imagens/MadridFUL.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revistaturismo.com.br/Dicasdeviagem/imagens/madrid08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 629px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.revistaturismo.com.br/Dicasdeviagem/imagens/madrid08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da capital espanhola, o melhor não foi a comida, ou os monumentos, apesar de uns dias solarengos o melhor foi mesmo a companhia, amigos "velhos" e novos num encontro europeu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda assim mostro o estádio do Real Madrid e o Palácio Real e simplesmente o betão, que esta cidade tem demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-1760245865328262792?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1760245865328262792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=1760245865328262792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1760245865328262792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1760245865328262792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/madrid.html' title='Madrid'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-590274583614475749</id><published>2009-02-10T17:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:08:30.869Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias...</title><content type='html'>Vamos lá ver hoje vou de PDL para Lx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Formação Lx&lt;br /&gt;12 Formação Lx e Madrid&lt;br /&gt;13, 14, 15, 16 Madrid&lt;br /&gt;16 Formação Lx&lt;br /&gt;17 Lx Férias&lt;br /&gt;18 Formação Lx&lt;br /&gt;19, 20, 21, 22 Home&lt;br /&gt;23, 24, 25 Lx&lt;br /&gt;25 PDL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá, divirtam-se&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-590274583614475749?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5295683588741971752</id><published>2009-02-10T16:25:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:04:26.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Me A to Z</title><content type='html'>Açores, Amigos, Alentejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincar, Beringel, Budapeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa, Chocolate, Cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançar, Desporto, Diversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evora, Emprego, Espanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familia, Fantasia, Filmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gozar, Google, Grupo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena, Homem, Hip Hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infantil, Inteligência, Imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovem, Jogo, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krakow, Kickboxing, Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena, Lisboa, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mota, Mestrado, Messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namorar, Notas, Novidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceano, Originalidade, Opções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal, Praga, Polónia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qua Qua, Quadros, Quecas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rir, Rádio, Russo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, Sobrinhos, Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhos, Televisão, Tentação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universidade, Ultra, Usar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar, Viena, Voluntariado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawel, Www, Waffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xutos, Xuxu, Xispa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzz, Zon, Zara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5295683588741971752?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5295683588741971752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5295683588741971752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5295683588741971752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5295683588741971752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-to-z.html' title='Me A to Z'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-7344394324827523592</id><published>2009-02-09T17:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:34:06.333Z</updated><title type='text'>O rescaldo do jantar de anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZBmfwt2OMI/AAAAAAAAArA/ayWn8S5446w/s1600-h/aviao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849457254250690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZBmfwt2OMI/AAAAAAAAArA/ayWn8S5446w/s320/aviao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem com este bolo é dificil não pensar em voltar para o Alentejo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi um jantar simples no local tradicional açoriano!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agradecer primeiro a todos aqueles que me brindaram com a sua presença, começando pelos locais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De casa: Andreia e Jacinta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do trabalho: D. Nati, Elisabete e Cristina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da Ilha: Carina e Helena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da marinha: Daniel, Paulo, Miguel e Jorge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da familia: a minha prima Tânia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do sub grupo: Sandra, Sara e Ana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De Évora: a Angelina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do grupo e agregado: Ana Horta, Ana Nabais, Liliane, Isabel, Sónia, João Pedro, Pedro, Vasco, Daniela, Patricia, Ricardo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigado por tudo a todos!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7344394324827523592?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7344394324827523592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7344394324827523592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7344394324827523592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7344394324827523592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-rescaldo-do-jantar-de-anos.html' title='O rescaldo do jantar de anos...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZBmfwt2OMI/AAAAAAAAArA/ayWn8S5446w/s72-c/aviao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-2097092096032831134</id><published>2009-02-09T11:37:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:41:37.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAV_UlXw4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/I2lQpIdQxHw/s1600-h/15646ctz_aol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300760939016471426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAV_UlXw4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/I2lQpIdQxHw/s320/15646ctz_aol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAVx9ztvlI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2otF6Hfkz7U/s1600-h/transporter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300760709564317266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAVx9ztvlI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2otF6Hfkz7U/s320/transporter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAV43AKfvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/QKD8_LwaCws/s1600-h/792359-7749-cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300760827996569330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAV43AKfvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/QKD8_LwaCws/s320/792359-7749-cp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAVq7PmilI/AAAAAAAAAqg/63YfvWKHROg/s1600-h/valkyriephotosmall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300760588616895058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAVq7PmilI/AAAAAAAAAqg/63YfvWKHROg/s320/valkyriephotosmall3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valkyrie, Benjamim Button, Transport 3 e 7 vidas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2097092096032831134?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2097092096032831134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2097092096032831134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2097092096032831134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2097092096032831134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-cinema.html' title='Just Cinema'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SZAV_UlXw4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/I2lQpIdQxHw/s72-c/15646ctz_aol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3186905606966195911</id><published>2009-01-26T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:49:05.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Only me...</title><content type='html'>2009 (28 anos em São Miguel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o meu emprego onde adoro o que faço, apesar de estar longe de quase tudo e todos…&lt;br /&gt;Tenho as minhas casas em PDL, Lx e Beringel, apesar de em nenhuma me sentir em casa...&lt;br /&gt;Continuo sem carro, mas adquiri recentemente uma mota, um velho sonho ter uma DTR Yamaha 125cc…&lt;br /&gt;Hum, namorado, continua complicado, mas não me sinto sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 (27 anos em São Miguel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o meu estágio,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe até tenha trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;Até tenho o meu cantinho no sótão,&lt;br /&gt;O carro ainda não me faz falta, agora precisava mais de um avião, Namorado, bom como eu costumo dizer não se pode ter tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 (26 anos na Polónia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a minha casa,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o meu dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o meu carro,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o meu namorado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3186905606966195911?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3186905606966195911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3186905606966195911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3186905606966195911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3186905606966195911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-me.html' title='Only me...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-7116675512222581099</id><published>2009-01-23T15:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:12:34.427Z</updated><title type='text'>Rui Veloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SXndXndHPTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jQjJxMVgLFw/s1600-h/18_632799416883750000_Rui_Veloso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294506234748550450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SXndXndHPTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jQjJxMVgLFw/s320/18_632799416883750000_Rui_Veloso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do concerto acústico que fui ver, ouvir e cantar esta foi a música que mais me marcou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o Tempo do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Só quem vive na Ilha sabe que o tempo aqui passa de maneira diferente, por vezes conseguimos fazer tanto, mas a maior parte das x não temos tempo para nada, ao ouvir esta musica, deu-me saudades de tudo aquilo que eu não tenho tempo para nada...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir a qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;Cá estarei para te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho para fazer&lt;br /&gt;Posso fazer a seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir quando quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Já fui onde tinha de ir&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi os compromissos&lt;br /&gt;agora só te quero ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes-me interromper e contar a tua história&lt;br /&gt;Do dia que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;A tua pequena glória&lt;br /&gt;O teu pequeno troféu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;para ti&lt;br /&gt;tenho todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que julguei&lt;br /&gt;Que o valor do que fazia&lt;br /&gt;Era tal que se eu parasse&lt;br /&gt;o mundo á volta ruía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu vinhas e falavas&lt;br /&gt;falavas e eu não ouvia&lt;br /&gt;E depois já nem falavas&lt;br /&gt;E eu já mal te conhecia&lt;br /&gt;Agora em tudo o que faço&lt;br /&gt;O tempo to relativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir por um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir sem ter motivo&lt;br /&gt;Tens em mim o teu espaço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7116675512222581099?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7116675512222581099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7116675512222581099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7116675512222581099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7116675512222581099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/rui-veloso.html' title='Rui Veloso'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SXndXndHPTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jQjJxMVgLFw/s72-c/18_632799416883750000_Rui_Veloso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5361944886378974615</id><published>2009-01-10T00:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:03:57.873Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha Lua cheia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/cunha.graciela/SEF1tXTkygI/AAAAAAAAKbk/LV-4w9oU52c/Dia%2Bda%2Bmulher%2B(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/cunha.graciela/SEF1tXTkygI/AAAAAAAAKbk/LV-4w9oU52c/Dia%2Bda%2Bmulher%2B(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmkOkiJKO-4/SEwieLcTRvI/AAAAAAAABRc/4KcDDA0QbWw/s1600-h/ATgAAACAdg1FYo4F2WUvrf5kTi1y0vot1MTPGqzoAXpncf2uH5jjIr47VtWy0Ig_8lqxYvdAeFfnzqhvbWXrq4tCzcizAJtU9VCan9MBJcFUDucXIEUx5eRB8ZuHVw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmkOkiJKO-4/SEwiC7cTRuI/AAAAAAAABRU/l0p-3KG5s9Q/s1600-h/sexo%2Bimportante.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Lua sempre foi o marcador de tempo natural das mudanças periódicas que ocorriam em todos os reinos, era ela também que assinalava todas as etapas e padrões do eterno ciclo da vida e da morte. Sua misteriosa luz prateada apontava o momento certo para o plantio, para a colheita, para o acasalamento e para as mudanças climáticas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Lua é o astro que ilumina a noite e é o símbolo do princípio feminino, representando potencialidades, estados de alma, valores do inconsciente, humores e emoções, receptividade e fertilidade, mutação e transmutação. E, as fases da Lua, caracterizam os aspectos da natureza feminina, assim como representam os estágios e as transformações na vida da mulher. Por isso aquelas que não estão em harmonia com a energia lunar nem entende os seus significados não conseguem equilibrar seus sentimentos nem ter uma vida cheia de prazer.O Mundo da Lua aparece na qualidade de um nascimento ou renascimento. Onde quer que se visualize seu símbolo, sempre estaremos diante de um mistério de transformação matriarcal, mesmo que algumas vezes, mostre-se camuflado no mundo patriarcal. Esse mistério nos chama atenção e nos deixa curiosos, mas mexe muito mais com a mulher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas isso vem tem uma transformação nos últimos tempos com uma forte penetração do poder feminino na sociedade moderna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em épocas remotas, os ciclos menstruais das mulheres eram perfeitamente alinhados com os da Lua. A mulher ovulava na Lua Cheia e menstruava na Lua Escura. A Lua Cheia era o ápice do ciclo da criação, era quando o óvulo era liberado. Nos 14 dias que antecedem esta liberação, as energias da criação reúnem tudo que é necessário para constituir o óvulo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando passava a Lua Cheia e o óvulo não era fertilizado, tornava-se maduro demais e se decompunha, derramando-se no fluxo natural de sangue na Lua Escura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguns índios norte-americanos consideravam a Lua uma mulher, a primeira Mulher e, no seu quarto minguante ela ficava "doente", palavra que definiam como menstruação. Camponeses europeus acreditavam que a Lua menstruava e que estava "adoentada" no período minguante, sendo que a chuva vermelha que o folclore afirma cair do céu era o "sangue da Lua". Pois, em várias línguas as palavras menstruação e Lua são as mesmas ou estão associadas. A palavra menstruação significa "mudança da Lua" e "mens" é Lua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vários motivos as mulheres acabaram impondo à si mesmas uma abstinência, muito embora, tanto nelas como nos animais, o período de maior desejo sexual é imediatamente anterior ou posterior a menstruação. Isso acontece pela energia atuante ser extremamente mutável e provocar mudanças hormonais profundas e intensas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5361944886378974615?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5361944886378974615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5361944886378974615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5361944886378974615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5361944886378974615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-lua-cheia.html' title='A minha Lua cheia'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/cunha.graciela/SEF1tXTkygI/AAAAAAAAKbk/LV-4w9oU52c/s72-c/Dia%2Bda%2Bmulher%2B(20).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4213121303437081583</id><published>2009-01-07T22:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:23:52.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Desejos 2009</title><content type='html'>A minha lista de desejos para 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A base da lista peguei num blog - é a lista que chamam de 101 coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesar 52 Kg&lt;br /&gt;Terminar o mestrado até maio. 2010&lt;br /&gt;Fazer outra pós-graduação&lt;br /&gt;Manter uma relação feliz&lt;br /&gt;Comprar um novo meio de transporte MEU&lt;br /&gt;Fazer várias actividades físicas diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Dançar muito&lt;br /&gt;Ser mais organizada&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar um premio&lt;br /&gt;Fazer desportos radicais&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um curso de mergulho&lt;br /&gt;Deitar fora 5 pares de sapatos&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um teste de HIV&lt;br /&gt;Fazer uma Tatoo&lt;br /&gt;Não fazer dívidas&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a andar de bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;Andar em passeios de mota&lt;br /&gt;Dar as roupas que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Depositar regularmente nas poupanças&lt;br /&gt;Pagar mais dívidas&lt;br /&gt;Ir a loja cashconverts vender muita tralha&lt;br /&gt;Comprar menos&lt;br /&gt;Tratar melhor o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Ir á depilação&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a manicure&lt;br /&gt;Manter-me em forma&lt;br /&gt;Passar a uma alimentação mais equilibrada&lt;br /&gt;Não comer tantos doces e fritos&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a doar sangue&lt;br /&gt;Ajudar quem precisa&lt;br /&gt;Festejar os meus 28 anos&lt;br /&gt;Ter algo que nunca tive&lt;br /&gt;Comprar lingerie sexy&lt;br /&gt;Aprender melhor inglês, falar Francês, tentar falar Espanhol e aprender uma nova língua&lt;br /&gt;Ficar UMA semana sem pensar ou fazer NADA&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mais viagens&lt;br /&gt;Fazer novos amigos, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um novo quadro de ponto cruz&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um bolo&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mais cozinhados&lt;br /&gt;Ver um filme por semana&lt;br /&gt;Ler mais livros, comprar menos livros&lt;br /&gt;Tirar mais fotos&lt;br /&gt;Cumprir a promessa de correr até ao Pópulo&lt;br /&gt;Visitar mais as Ilhas&lt;br /&gt;Fazer uma super hidratação no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um novo mealheiro&lt;br /&gt;Ajudar outras pessoas com o meu trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer mais&lt;br /&gt;Comprar um PC novo&lt;br /&gt;Manter 36&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mais cursos&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um passeio a pé&lt;br /&gt;Beber pelo menos 1 litro de água por dia&lt;br /&gt;Fazer massagens a dois&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma plano de reforma&lt;br /&gt;Ter um plano de saúde&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao ginecologista UMA vez por ano&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mais reciclagem&lt;br /&gt;Renovar o meu passaporte&lt;br /&gt;Visitar mais os amigos&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a fazer algo novo&lt;br /&gt;Dar valor as pequenas coisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;Preparar  um encontro&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao teatro pelo menos uma vez no ano&lt;br /&gt;Ir a um concerto&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um programa diferente&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a falar       NÃO        &lt;br /&gt;Ler mais livros técnicos&lt;br /&gt;Almoçar ou jantar em restaurantes diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mais surpresas&lt;br /&gt;Me amar mais&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao cinema sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Deslizar na neve&lt;br /&gt;Prestar atenção aos meus defeitos e procurar corrigi-los.&lt;br /&gt;Participar de alguma corrida&lt;br /&gt;Participar num teatro&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma aventura&lt;br /&gt;Não desanimar se não conseguir realizar alguma coisa que não foi possível&lt;br /&gt;Ter um biquíni mais pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Vestir mais mini-saias&lt;br /&gt;Não julgar tanto&lt;br /&gt;Festejar mais&lt;br /&gt;Ser absolutamente INDEPENDENTE&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mais trabalho voluntário&lt;br /&gt;Me esforçar ao mais para poder realizar tudo o que quero&lt;br /&gt;Fazer uma lista com todas as coisas que quero conquistar em 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a lista tenha poucos itens, ou muitos mas com novos sonhos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4213121303437081583?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4213121303437081583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4213121303437081583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4213121303437081583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4213121303437081583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejos-2009.html' title='Desejos 2009'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-7710175420654160476</id><published>2008-12-19T11:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:24:54.147Z</updated><title type='text'>Malas, Prendas e Saudades!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUuEBL0XvVI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dECsvOm14Cg/s1600-h/oferta_surpresa_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281460143909223762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUuEBL0XvVI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dECsvOm14Cg/s320/oferta_surpresa_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desculpa Ana H. tirei-te o título...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem fui me despedir da Ilha, cada vez que parto a bagagem é maior, mais memórias e menos certezas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As prendas já são muitas, tudo produto regional!!! O que é regional é bom, temos que pensar assim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As saudades já estão dos dois lados do Atlântico, na Ilha e no continente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas as x são especiais, mas esta é muito especial, porque desta vez há Artur, Iria e Bruno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando voltar... Divirtam-se... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ano Novo, vida nova, sempre!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7710175420654160476?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7710175420654160476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7710175420654160476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7710175420654160476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7710175420654160476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/malas-prendas-e-saudades.html' title='Malas, Prendas e Saudades!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUuEBL0XvVI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dECsvOm14Cg/s72-c/oferta_surpresa_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5500934791282517699</id><published>2008-12-16T11:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:10:22.059Z</updated><title type='text'>2 Anos de Blog</title><content type='html'>Hoje faz 2 anos que posto neste espacinho da minha vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;De Dezembro de 2006 até dezembro de 2008 já muito se passou, o mais importante acho que foi mesmo a vida na Polónia e em São Miguel a entrada no mercado de trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que 2009 me trará, mas vou continuar a postar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou com uma boa média de 100 post's por ano, não tá mau não!&lt;br /&gt;Bem até pró ano!!! Vou de férias para "casa"... esta palavra é cada vez mais dificil de definir para mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5500934791282517699?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5500934791282517699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5500934791282517699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5500934791282517699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5500934791282517699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-anos-de-blog.html' title='2 Anos de Blog'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-2084005288394720696</id><published>2008-12-15T16:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:49:37.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Amália Rodrigues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUaJSuK2dOI/AAAAAAAAAps/BrzLUOqM0zM/s1600-h/123456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280058567862678754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUaJSuK2dOI/AAAAAAAAAps/BrzLUOqM0zM/s320/123456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estranha forma de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi por vontade de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu vivo nesta ansiedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que todos os ais são meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que é toda minha a saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi por vontade de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que estranha forma de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem este meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vive de vida perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem lhe daria o condão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que estranha forma de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração independente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração que não comando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vives perdido entre a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teimosamente sangrando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração independente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não te acompanho mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pára deixa de bater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não sabes onde vais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque teimas em correr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não te acompanho mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Filmes da Amália ou sobre a Amália e música da Amália recomenda-se!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2084005288394720696?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2084005288394720696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2084005288394720696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2084005288394720696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2084005288394720696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/amlia-rodrigues.html' title='Amália Rodrigues'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUaJSuK2dOI/AAAAAAAAAps/BrzLUOqM0zM/s72-c/123456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-6230252270324541166</id><published>2008-12-15T16:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:50:01.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal e Bom Ano Novo 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUaDNNcfYDI/AAAAAAAAApk/zCBhcWtByIY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280051876109180978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUaDNNcfYDI/AAAAAAAAApk/zCBhcWtByIY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou de férias para casa (Alentejo), Lx, Portugal (continental) pa perto dos amigos e família!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6230252270324541166?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6230252270324541166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6230252270324541166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6230252270324541166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6230252270324541166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-e-bom-ano-novo-2009.html' title='Feliz Natal e Bom Ano Novo 2009'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUaDNNcfYDI/AAAAAAAAApk/zCBhcWtByIY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4404467196602310384</id><published>2008-12-11T14:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:07:53.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Furnas for the weekend... e ma nada</title><content type='html'>Bem a vila de Furnas é conhecida mais pelas suas fumarolas e os cozidos que se fazem lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUKnV0hwdVI/AAAAAAAAApc/dCYSG9XiyOs/s1600-h/HPIM2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278965706550965586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUKnV0hwdVI/AAAAAAAAApc/dCYSG9XiyOs/s320/HPIM2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lagoa das Furnas, também é um belo passeio e uma bela vista, com os seus parques!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUKm3wxkW3I/AAAAAAAAApU/sSQ2REtIve8/s1600-h/HPIM2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278965190147464050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUKm3wxkW3I/AAAAAAAAApU/sSQ2REtIve8/s320/HPIM2532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11 continentais deram o cozido das furnas, feito a preceito! Ai carne, massa, né Li?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUKmONlcDQI/AAAAAAAAApM/3nItXOzECBs/s1600-h/HPIM2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278964476326710530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUKmONlcDQI/AAAAAAAAApM/3nItXOzECBs/s320/HPIM2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem e o que dizer da Poça da Dona Beija, está se muito bem neste jacuzzi natural ás 3am ou as 12pm enfim a qualquer hora, seja estrelas ou enxofre, ui, muito bom mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUFJQHnvb8I/AAAAAAAAApE/DfhfrJm29KE/s1600-h/HPIM2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278580779527401410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUFJQHnvb8I/AAAAAAAAApE/DfhfrJm29KE/s320/HPIM2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim a vista da minha janela, parece mesmo que estou numa Ilha, ui, perdida no meio das montanhas verdes que até é um vulcão!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUEpT9JbIVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5R-kjUYUGwM/s1600-h/HPIM2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278545661063274834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUEpT9JbIVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5R-kjUYUGwM/s320/HPIM2507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto passou-se um belo fim de semana prolongado!!! Até ao próximo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4404467196602310384?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4404467196602310384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4404467196602310384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4404467196602310384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4404467196602310384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/furnas-for-weekend-e-ma-nada.html' title='Furnas for the weekend... e ma nada'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SUKnV0hwdVI/AAAAAAAAApc/dCYSG9XiyOs/s72-c/HPIM2513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-7278202627728336463</id><published>2008-12-03T09:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:31:11.077Z</updated><title type='text'>200 post Azores now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/STZRqr7b2eI/AAAAAAAAAo0/LpPAK9w6HeQ/s1600-h/HPIM2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275493807299484130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/STZRqr7b2eI/AAAAAAAAAo0/LpPAK9w6HeQ/s320/HPIM2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uns brincam na neve,outros em Dezembro ainda aproveitam a temperatura do mar nos açores a 19 graus! E viva la playa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7278202627728336463?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7278202627728336463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7278202627728336463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7278202627728336463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7278202627728336463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/200-post-azores-now.html' title='200 post Azores now'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/STZRqr7b2eI/AAAAAAAAAo0/LpPAK9w6HeQ/s72-c/HPIM2477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3876343836502830671</id><published>2008-11-25T12:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:57:19.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Opinião de um homem sobre o corpo feminino...</title><content type='html'>Não importa o quanto pesa.&lt;br /&gt;É fascinante tocar, abraçar e acariciar  o corpo de uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Saber seu peso não nos proporciona  nenhuma emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Não  temos a menor idéia de qual seja seu manequim.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa avaliação  é visual, isso quer dizer, se tem forma de guitarra... está  bem.&lt;br /&gt;Não nos importa quanto medem em centímetros - é uma  questão de proporções, não de medidas. &lt;br /&gt;As  proporções ideais do corpo de uma mulher são: curvilíneas,  cheinhas, femininas...&lt;br /&gt;Essa classe de corpo que, sem dúvida,  se nota numa fração de segundo.&lt;br /&gt;As magrinhas que desfilam nas  passarelas, seguem a tendência desenhada por estilistas que,  diga-se de  passagem,  são todos gays e odeiam as mulheres e com elas competem.&lt;br /&gt;Suas  modas são rectas e sem formas e agridem o corpo que eles odeiam  porque não podem tê-los. &lt;br /&gt;Não  há beleza mais irresistível na mulher do que  a  feminilidade  e a doçura.&lt;br /&gt;A elegância e o bom trato, são equivalentes a mil  viagras. &lt;br /&gt;A  maquiagem foi inventada para que as mulheres a usem. Usem! &lt;br /&gt;Para andar de cara lavada, basta a nossa.&lt;br /&gt;Os cabelos, quanto  mais tratados, melhor. &lt;br /&gt;As  saias foram inventadas para mostrar suas magníficas pernas... &lt;br /&gt;Porque razão as cobrem com calças longas?&lt;br /&gt;Para que as  confundam conosco?&lt;br /&gt;Uma onda é uma onda, as cadeiras são  cadeiras e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Se a natureza lhes deu estas formas  curvilíneas, foi por alguma razão e eu  reitero:  nós gostamos assim.&lt;br /&gt;Ocultar essas formas, é como ter o melhor  sofá embalado no sótão. &lt;br /&gt;É  essa a lei da natureza... que todo aquele que se casa com uma  modelo magra, anoréxica, bulimica e nervosa logo procura uma  amante cheinha, simpática, tranqüila e cheia de saúde.  Entendam  de uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;Tratem de agradar a nós e não a vocês. porque,  nunca terão uma referência objectiva, do quanto são lindas,  dita por uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma mulher vai reconhecer jamais,  diante de um homem, com  sinceridade,  que outra mulher é linda. &lt;br /&gt;As  jovens são lindas... mas as de 40 para cima, são verdadeiros  pratos fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Por tantas delas somos capazes de atravessar o  atlântico a nado.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo muda... cresce.&lt;br /&gt;Não podem pensar,  sem ficarem psicóticas que podem entrar no mesmo vestido  que  usavam  aos 18.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto uma mulher de 45, na qual entre na roupa  que usou aos 18 anos, ou tem problemas de desenvolvimento ou  está se auto-destruindo. &lt;br /&gt;Nós  gostamos das mulheres que sabem conduzir sua vida com  equilíbrio e sabem controlar sua natural tendência a culpas. &lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, aquela que  quando  tem que comer, come com vontade (a dieta virá em março, não  antes; quando tem que fazer dieta, faz dieta com vontade  (sem sabotagem e sem  sofrer); quando tem que ter  intimidade  com  o parceiro, tem com vontade; quando tem que comprar algo que  goste, compra; quando tem que economizar, economiza.        &lt;br /&gt;Algumas  linhas no rosto, algumas cicatrizes no ventre, algumas marcas  de estrias não lhes tira a beleza.&lt;br /&gt;São feridas de guerra,  testemunhas de que fizeram algo em suas vidas, não tiveram  anos 'em formol' nem em spa... viveram!&lt;br /&gt;O corpo da mulher é a  prova de que Deus existe.&lt;br /&gt;É o sagrado recinto da gestação de  todos os homens, onde foram alimentados, ninados e nós, sem  querer, as enchemos de estrias, de cesarianas e demais coisas  que tiveram que acontecer para estarmos vivos. &lt;br /&gt;Cuidem-no!  Cuidem-se! Amem-se! &lt;br /&gt;A  beleza é tudo isto.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3876343836502830671?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3876343836502830671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3876343836502830671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3876343836502830671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3876343836502830671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/opinio-de-um-homem-sobre-o-corpo.html' title='Opinião de um homem sobre o corpo feminino...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-8015489703362029604</id><published>2008-11-24T15:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:44:04.450Z</updated><title type='text'>10 anos</title><content type='html'>No dia 23 de novembro, e hoje penso que só consigo fazer o que faço hoje, graças aos 10anos porque passei antes!!! Obrigado!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8015489703362029604?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8015489703362029604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8015489703362029604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8015489703362029604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8015489703362029604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-anos.html' title='10 anos'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-3166012902389690274</id><published>2008-11-24T15:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:42:35.197Z</updated><title type='text'>22 de Novembro de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasceu o meu sobrinho Artur!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3166012902389690274?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3166012902389690274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3166012902389690274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3166012902389690274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3166012902389690274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/22-de-novembro-de-2008.html' title='22 de Novembro de 2008'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-338765027438236635</id><published>2008-11-19T16:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:32:13.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Always cinema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSQ_aCE639I/AAAAAAAAAos/Cki8LgWYRQ0/s1600-h/JamesBondQuantumOfSolace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407180396978130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSQ_aCE639I/AAAAAAAAAos/Cki8LgWYRQ0/s320/JamesBondQuantumOfSolace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSQ_SbiwXMI/AAAAAAAAAok/4v5qwvX1njU/s1600-h/burn_after_reading_movie_poster_onesheet_coen_brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407049794051266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSQ_SbiwXMI/AAAAAAAAAok/4v5qwvX1njU/s320/burn_after_reading_movie_poster_onesheet_coen_brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão diferentes como estes dois...&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/7569369357977862657-338765027438236635?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/338765027438236635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=338765027438236635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/338765027438236635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/338765027438236635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/always-cinema.html' title='Always cinema...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSQ_aCE639I/AAAAAAAAAos/Cki8LgWYRQ0/s72-c/JamesBondQuantumOfSolace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-1906556398614415932</id><published>2008-11-17T22:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:21:07.762Z</updated><title type='text'>A primeira caminhada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bem até não sou muito fã de caminhadas, mas este domingo com a companhia certa e um trilho já marcado de 8,5km algures no meio da mata entre as Furnas e a Ribeira Quente, foi divertido, encontrar o oceano num lado, montanhas d árvores no outro, ou simplesmente morangos, castanhas, musgo, cogumelos etc!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois boleia para o carro, ainda bem, que há pessoas que ainda dão boleia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSHs7pNwOoI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FU5Ed8R-vlc/s1600-h/200-Localizao-das-Furnas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269753548420168322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSHs7pNwOoI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FU5Ed8R-vlc/s320/200-Localizao-das-Furnas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algures na tardinha de domingo, eu estava a dar um mergulhinho nesta linda praia em Água d'Alto sim no dia 16novembro e o oceano ainda está a 20 graus mesmo que estejam 18 graus cá fora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269754982348218482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSHuPHA14HI/AAAAAAAAAoc/idMhWwmLidE/s320/Praia%2520Agua%2520Alto.jpg" border="0" /&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/7569369357977862657-1906556398614415932?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1906556398614415932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=1906556398614415932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1906556398614415932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1906556398614415932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/primeira-caminhada.html' title='A primeira caminhada...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SSHs7pNwOoI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FU5Ed8R-vlc/s72-c/200-Localizao-das-Furnas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-2504560469230766223</id><published>2008-11-14T15:50:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:02:29.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ano...</title><content type='html'>Desde 2004 que foi o melhor ano da minha vida, que tentei todos os anos a partir daí que o próximo ano fosse sempre melhor que o anterior, e com as respectivas comparações tenho feito muito por isso!&lt;br /&gt;Vários eventos marcaram estes últimos 4anos da minha vida e aprendi, cresci e vivi muito!&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito em coincidências, acho que tudo acontece por alguma razão e tudo está interligado!&lt;br /&gt;Nós vivemos como queremos, e são as nossas escolhas que nos formam na nossa vida!&lt;br /&gt;Fui uma criança feliz e brinquei muito, fui uma adolescente normal, sem grandes dramas!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dificuldades em mudanças, apesar de parecer estar sempre a mudar, mas como pessoa, desde muito cedo tomei decisões que sigo até hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes me pergunto o poder que as memórias têm sobre as pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas vivem e revivem com e pelas recordações do passado?&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vivem agora a sua idade adulta á sombra dos belos anos da juventude, mas como adultos não teremos direitos a viver mais que um jovem?!&lt;br /&gt;Outros estão tão ocupados a viver o futuro com os seus sonhos e planos que acabam não vivendo a vida propriamente dita! E deixam passar ao lado tudo o que de bom poderia acontecer!&lt;br /&gt; Sempre me disseram que não se deve viver, recordando o passado e com medo do futuro!&lt;br /&gt;Mas será possível ter saudades de algo, alguém que não se conhece?&lt;br /&gt;Outro tempo presente noutra dimensão?&lt;br /&gt;Onde sou a outra pessoa, aquela que nunca quis ser ou aquela que ainda sonho ser?&lt;br /&gt;É ao chegar cada vez mais perto do fim dos 20 anos, que imagino que estes foram bons,&lt;br /&gt;mas os próximos serão muito melhores!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2504560469230766223?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2504560469230766223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2504560469230766223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2504560469230766223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2504560469230766223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/mais-um-ano.html' title='Mais um ano...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-7902084432527984444</id><published>2008-11-10T11:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:23:19.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos da Insularidade</title><content type='html'>O título explica, que devido a viver numa ilha, tenho conseguido realizar alguns sonhos como este, que de certo iria ser dificil realizar de outra maneira.&lt;br /&gt;Tirei carta de motociclos, e agora comprei esta yamaha dtr125cc azul, bem que dizer!&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas ainda estão admiradas, inclusive eu, mas para quem me conhece sabe que este sonho vem desde os 11 anos e a culpa é do meu irmao porque ele teve motas e eu sempre pensei um dia quem sabe!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal esse dia já chegou, nem sempre os nossos sonhos, precisam de todos saberem, apenas nós precisamos de não nos esquecermos, algumas pessoas perguntaram mas de onde vêm este sonho agora?&lt;br /&gt;Pois não é de agora, apenas não digo todos os dias quero ter uma mota, como não digo os outros sonhos, apenas digo para mim e sei que algum dia chegarão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SRgYZhy1FaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-muFWz2FbjY/s1600-h/dtr125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266986591057155490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SRgYZhy1FaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-muFWz2FbjY/s320/dtr125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obrigado Ilha, por mais este sonho! Sei que tu insularidade és culpada de todas as minhas loucuras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7902084432527984444?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7902084432527984444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7902084432527984444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7902084432527984444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7902084432527984444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/sonhos-da-insularidade.html' title='Sonhos da Insularidade'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SRgYZhy1FaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-muFWz2FbjY/s72-c/dtr125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5878829942627556809</id><published>2008-11-06T00:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:32:07.222Z</updated><title type='text'>Emoções</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SRI6KhXiFKI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5epBXM_Fc-E/s1600-h/emocoes11.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265334866779706530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SRI6KhXiFKI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5epBXM_Fc-E/s320/emocoes11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As emoções vão e vêm tão depressa, que por vezes nem as sentimos, nem as reconhecemos, nem as queremos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizem que a vida é boa mesmo por isto, mas ás vezes queremos tempo e não o temos, outras vezes temos tempo a mais, sem nada emotivo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando as emoções não se distinguem e se confudem somos nós, o nosso coração que sofre mesmo que por momentos até as novas emoções mais fortes ou mais fracas nos abalarem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste arco-iris, de cores emotivas, pus me a pensar Açores, é a cores, pois é não tem graça, mas a verdade é que a insularidade faz nos ver e principalmente sentir de maneira diferente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou mais aventureira, mais corajosa, mais arrojada, mais sentimental e até mais fria!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou doida, dia sim ou dia sim, sou antipática e agressiva, ui falei demais, como alguém já disse, too much information!!!&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/7569369357977862657-5878829942627556809?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5878829942627556809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5878829942627556809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5878829942627556809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5878829942627556809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/emoes.html' title='Emoções'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SRI6KhXiFKI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5epBXM_Fc-E/s72-c/emocoes11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8851521173331692955</id><published>2008-11-03T00:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:35:31.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Eagle eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQ5Gz-V1xII/AAAAAAAAAn0/P8DBh7D6xc4/s1600-h/eagle-eye-movie-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264222873164563586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQ5Gz-V1xII/AAAAAAAAAn0/P8DBh7D6xc4/s320/eagle-eye-movie-poster.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um filme de accão, que até te surpreende um pouco, com muitos efeitos especiais, mas com um alerta, para os perigos da nova sociedade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou começar a dar classificação de 0,1,2,3,4 e 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este leva um 3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou seja não perdi o dinheiro do cinema, mas se soubesse via em casa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8851521173331692955?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8851521173331692955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8851521173331692955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8851521173331692955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8851521173331692955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/eagle-eye.html' title='Eagle eye'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQ5Gz-V1xII/AAAAAAAAAn0/P8DBh7D6xc4/s72-c/eagle-eye-movie-poster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4459726745619944075</id><published>2008-11-02T20:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:32:29.541Z</updated><title type='text'>O que pensam de mim...</title><content type='html'>Não quero saber o que os outros pensam de mim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouço alguém dizer isto, penso logo - olha o(a) destemido(a)!&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a maior parte das pessoas pensa o contrário, e até vive para e disso!&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava de estar no outro grupo mas não é nada fácil!&lt;br /&gt;Ser do contra, sempre, vivendo nesta sociedade é o mesmo que ser proscrito!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o importante é as pessoas, pensarem bem, quem são as opiniões que eu valorizo, quais aquelas pessoas que podem e sabem falar sobre mim!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensei quem não me conhece, não tenho que dar contas, nem agradar, nem fazer algo que não quero!&lt;br /&gt;Importa o que pensam de mim, mas só quem me conhece bem é que me importa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tal como eu me importo com quem conheço bem!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso deve ser, que nos sentimos melhor a contar as verdades e as nossas loucuras aos estranhos porque as opiniões destes sobre nós, será sempre desvalorizada!&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente não quero saber o que pensam de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Também não é assim, todos gostamos de gostarem de nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que falam bem de mim, continuem, para os que falam mal, continuem, pode ser que se gostar de vocês, um dia vos ouça e me importe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4459726745619944075?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4459726745619944075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4459726745619944075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4459726745619944075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4459726745619944075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-pensam-de-mim.html' title='O que pensam de mim...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-8776867216892385390</id><published>2008-11-02T15:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:30:27.782Z</updated><title type='text'>O normal nos Açores...em Novembro</title><content type='html'>E que faço eu? Vou ao banho de mar, 1€ é importante dizer, a piscina do mar, custa isto, para o banho do mês de novembro, enquanto uns fazem lareiras e tremem de frio no continente, nós aqui vamos ao mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQ3EeXxg7QI/AAAAAAAAAns/lOmPoxJmesE/s1600-h/sym_6h_c-es_____-en-20081102180000-627809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264079565522791682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQ3EeXxg7QI/AAAAAAAAAns/lOmPoxJmesE/s400/sym_6h_c-es_____-en-20081102180000-627809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As temperaturas são de 18 a 20 graus durante o dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bóia:&lt;br /&gt;Ponta Delgada&lt;br /&gt;Posição:&lt;br /&gt;37_43.53N/025_43.28W&lt;br /&gt;Dia Hora Fuso 0(TU):&lt;br /&gt;02-11-2008 15:20&lt;br /&gt;Dia Hora Local:&lt;br /&gt;02-11-2008 14:20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temperatura da água à superficie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20,3 ºC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="b3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8776867216892385390?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8776867216892385390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8776867216892385390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8776867216892385390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8776867216892385390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-normal-nos-aoresem-novembro.html' title='O normal nos Açores...em Novembro'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQ3EeXxg7QI/AAAAAAAAAns/lOmPoxJmesE/s72-c/sym_6h_c-es_____-en-20081102180000-627809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-6274896737367436288</id><published>2008-10-30T11:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:28:34.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio: 6 coisas</title><content type='html'>6 coisas com que me preocupo: com a minha família, amigos(as), com o futuro, comigo, vida e o planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 coisas com que não me preocupo: com o passado, comigo, com o tempo, com tudo o que não sei, com a mudança, com tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 coisas de que gosto: chocolate, cheiro da terra molhada, alentejo, desporto, dançar e viajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 coisas de que não gosto: atum, bacalhau, melancia, frutos do mar, que me acordem e que não me deixem dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 coisas que me fazem sorrir:  fazer planos, correr á chuva, andar de mota, vestir algo muito sexy, sentir que ensinei algo importante e regressar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 coisas que me entristecem: o sofrimento, a mentira, pessoas infelizes, a indecisão, o preconceito e a distância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 coisas que me definem: sonhadora, curiosa, amiga, apaixonada, polivalente e dinâmica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem se sentir desafiado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6274896737367436288?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6274896737367436288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6274896737367436288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6274896737367436288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6274896737367436288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/desafio-6-coisas.html' title='Desafio: 6 coisas'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-4201291724536958207</id><published>2008-10-26T21:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:13:25.779Z</updated><title type='text'>A morte nos animais?!</title><content type='html'>O Homem, é o único animal que sabe que vai morrer, os outros animais não sabem, e tal como nós,  podem morrer a qualquer altura!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que vamos morrer, muda alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Faz nos ser mais audazes nas nossas vidas?&lt;br /&gt;Será que se não soubessemos, viviamos mellhor?&lt;br /&gt;A insularidade faz me viver mais, ser mais corajosa e fazer muitas coisas, tal como quando estou fora (estrangeiro), em casa, vivo menos, sou mais preguiçosa!&lt;br /&gt;Por estar só, faço mais, também é uma maneira do tempo passar mais rápido!&lt;br /&gt;Morte também pode ser apenas não viver, existir apenas, quando se pode viver!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver, uns dias mais que outros, mas quero viver, sei que nãovou fazer tudo, mas farei algo que apenas sonhei, quiz e realizei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha Morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, quando morrer, ser enterrada&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do Oceano ingénuo e manso,&lt;br /&gt;Que reze à meia-noite em voz magoada&lt;br /&gt;As orações finais do meu descanso…&lt;br /&gt;Há-de embalar-me o berço derradeiro&lt;br /&gt;O mar amigo e bom para eu dormir!&lt;br /&gt;Velei na vida o meu viver inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais tive um sonho a que sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;E tu hás-de lá ir… bem sei que vais…&lt;br /&gt;E eu do brando sono hei-de acordar&lt;br /&gt;Para teus olhos ver uma vez mais!&lt;br /&gt;E a Lua há-de dizer-me me voz mansinha:&lt;br /&gt;- Ai, não te assustes… dorme… foi o Mar&lt;br /&gt;Que gemeu… não foi nada… ’stá quietinha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca em [Esparsos de Florbela]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261586547025439522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQTpFmJs6yI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Gar1NnK_Is8/s400/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4201291724536958207?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4201291724536958207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4201291724536958207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4201291724536958207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4201291724536958207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/morte-nos-animais.html' title='A morte nos animais?!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQTpFmJs6yI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Gar1NnK_Is8/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-6262971709024840837</id><published>2008-10-26T12:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:46:24.369Z</updated><title type='text'>Jazz in PDL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQRl7NCrBQI/AAAAAAAAAds/IVxcTY_B9sg/s1600-h/ag_daniel-carter-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261442332463138050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQRl7NCrBQI/AAAAAAAAAds/IVxcTY_B9sg/s400/ag_daniel-carter-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demian Richardson Trompete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começou a tocar trompete com a idade de oito anos. Durante os anos de escola, tocou em formações de metais, orquestras e bandas de jazz. Em 1988 entrou para o Conservatório de New England, em Boston, Massachussets, tendo regressado a Nova Iorque em meados dos anos noventa. Desde então, gravou CDs de hip hop e jazz e tem tocado em várias formações de free jazz, música clássica, avant-garde e improvisacional. Tocou, entre outros, com Cecil Taylor, Ornette Coleman, Lester Bowie, Joe Maneri, William Parker, Jimmy Giuffre, Phillip Wilson. Desde há dois anos, toca com o multi-instrumentista Daniel Carter, com Federico Ughi, com o pianista John Blum e com o contrabaixist Ed Shuller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Blum Piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pianista e compositor, nasceu em Nova Iorque, em 1968. Músico com créditos firmados no círculo do “free jazz”, trabalhou, entre muitos outros, com artistas como William Parker, Cecil Taylor e Jackson Krall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Federico Ughi Bateria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vive e trabalha em Nova York. Ughi, que tem um interesse particular na improvisação, tocou e gravou como improvisador, baterista e músico de electrónica com artistas como Daniel Carter, Demian Richardson, William Parker, Eri Yamamoto, Dave Ross, Steve Swell, Steve Dalachinsky, Options, Nathjon hason, Sean Moran. Em 2001, Federico Ughi criou a editora independente 577 Records, em Brooklyn, Nova Iorque, através da qual promove o seu trabalho e o de outros artistas inspirados pela sua visão artística.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel Carter Saxofone Alto/Tenor, Flauta, Trompete, Clarinete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dos mestres da música nasceu em Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania, em 1945. Carter é conhecido como saxofonista, mas o primeiro instrumento que tocou foi o clarinete. Começou a tocar em Nova Iorque, por volta de 1970, quando conheceu William Parker. Na altura, ambos tocavam numa Big Band conduzida por Jemeel Moondoc. A música de Carter é anarquista, não no sentido de desordem, mas no sentido de ser ele próprio, tanto quanto possível. Free Jazz. É possível tirar a melodia e a beleza sem ter de pensar muito no assunto. Esta fé e inspiração é a raiz de todo o jazz. Free jazz nas mãos de músicos mestres. Música improvisada totalmente. Daniel Carter tocou com Sun Ra, Billy Bang, Roger Bird, Roy Campbell, Sabir Meteen, Thurston Moore… e muitos outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6262971709024840837?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6262971709024840837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6262971709024840837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6262971709024840837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6262971709024840837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/jazz-in-pdl.html' title='Jazz in PDL'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQRl7NCrBQI/AAAAAAAAAds/IVxcTY_B9sg/s72-c/ag_daniel-carter-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-7259063332937005432</id><published>2008-10-24T13:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:09:46.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema SolMar vs Parque Atlântico</title><content type='html'>Açores, São Miguel, Ponta Delgada, há 4 salas de cinema, 2 no centro comercial SOLMAR e 4 do castelo lopes no Parque Atlântico (mini vasco da gama)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que filmes Castelo Lopes sabemos com o que podemos contar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with Zohan&lt;br /&gt;Tempestade Tropical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa excelente alternativa, o que fui ver ao pequeno e muitas vezes vazio cinema SolMar, não americano algum, de muita qualidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQHHHS6K6II/AAAAAAAAAdk/SN7hlhpwLM0/s1600-h/savage_grace%2520movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260704767894284418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQHHHS6K6II/AAAAAAAAAdk/SN7hlhpwLM0/s400/savage_grace%2520movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Savage Grace, conta uma história veridíca de vários abusos, está extraordinário, desde set a interpretações, a vestuário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQHGu-7mjWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/SvqivXtUafY/s1600-h/post-121931-1203807785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260704350214720866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQHGu-7mjWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/SvqivXtUafY/s400/post-121931-1203807785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após 10 anos o Ford Coppola regressou com este inquietante filme, que aborda quase tudo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um génio, estas duas pérolas chegaram me ao atlântico!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7259063332937005432?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7259063332937005432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7259063332937005432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7259063332937005432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7259063332937005432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinema-solmar-vs-parque-atlntico.html' title='Cinema SolMar vs Parque Atlântico'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SQHHHS6K6II/AAAAAAAAAdk/SN7hlhpwLM0/s72-c/savage_grace%2520movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4395749395982049928</id><published>2008-10-16T13:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:02:59.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SPctY7cHe6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/uqYBQxUIUu0/s1600-h/58075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257720996274076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SPctY7cHe6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/uqYBQxUIUu0/s400/58075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«IX Festival de Teatro Juvearte»&lt;br /&gt;TeatroFestival&lt;br /&gt;Coliseu Micaelense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No IX Festival de Teatro Juvearte, cabe ao Amphiteatrum - Associação Artepalco (S. Miguel),Grupo de Teatro Amphiteatrum (S. Miguel)15-Out21h30"Aos Amores" é um espectáculo teatral, com textos de autores diversos, que pretende enaltecer e sublimar o AMOR nas diferentes manifestações das emoções humanas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4395749395982049928?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4395749395982049928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4395749395982049928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4395749395982049928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4395749395982049928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/teatro.html' title='Teatro'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SPctY7cHe6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/uqYBQxUIUu0/s72-c/58075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4810424553798897322</id><published>2008-10-14T16:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:56:50.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fátima Lopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SPTA3caFm7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/akghNYLh7x0/s1600-h/xin_4010010818128431690348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038723799161778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SPTA3caFm7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/akghNYLh7x0/s320/xin_4010010818128431690348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estilismo, não sou fanática por moda, mas gosto de ver alguns estilistas e portuguesa esta é a minha preferida, a minha Ilha realizou mais este meu sonho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver um desfile da Fátima Lopes ao vivo, com direito a jantar por um preço "normal"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei, e agora só falta comprar um trapinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4810424553798897322?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4810424553798897322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4810424553798897322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4810424553798897322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4810424553798897322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/ftima-lopes.html' title='Fátima Lopes'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SPTA3caFm7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/akghNYLh7x0/s72-c/xin_4010010818128431690348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-1366785850991218005</id><published>2008-10-06T23:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:19:32.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire of Anatolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOqOuQpg6pI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6zIiUOacw3c/s1600-h/Fire-of-Anatolia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254168840675322514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOqOuQpg6pI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6zIiUOacw3c/s320/Fire-of-Anatolia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danças turcas, um dos melhores shows que já vi, combinando o melhor do oriente com o ocidente! Cheio de energia, luz e cor, foi mágico para os meus olhos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-1366785850991218005?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1366785850991218005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=1366785850991218005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1366785850991218005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1366785850991218005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-of-anatolia.html' title='Fire of Anatolia'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOqOuQpg6pI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6zIiUOacw3c/s72-c/Fire-of-Anatolia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-2474937592999653480</id><published>2008-10-06T23:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:16:25.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't u just love faith?!</title><content type='html'>A sorte nao existe de todo; e o que nos parece ser o mais simples acidente, emerge da mais profunda fonte do destino" - Friedrich Schiller, 1759-1805&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri alguém que me apresentou esta frase!&lt;br /&gt;Que bom é saber que existe alguém que pensa como nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem com todas as "coincidências" da minha vida aprendi,que queira eu ou não, será sempre o caminho para cá chegar que será a melhor parte da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a luz no fundo do túnel, o meu Artur, a minha Marta, o meu kick, a minha moto, as minhas aulas, o meu mundo nesta Ilha, eu não vivo na Ilha, eu VIVO a ILHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2474937592999653480?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2474937592999653480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2474937592999653480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2474937592999653480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2474937592999653480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-u-just-love-faith.html' title='Don&apos;t u just love faith?!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-6446280125118160433</id><published>2008-10-01T22:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:44:06.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como curar uma desilusão amorosa?</title><content type='html'>O &lt;strong&gt;RENASCER&lt;/strong&gt;, foi como decidi chamar, a este acontecimento que só acontece aos sortudos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sofrer também é prazer!!! Dor e amor andam bem juntos!!!&lt;br /&gt;O plano será as tais 5 fases como lidar com a perda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;NEGAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;- Não ele não foi, ele ainda volta, vou esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;RAIVA&lt;/strong&gt;- Mas porque ele foi embora? Será que eu fiz algo? Vou ficar sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;NEGOCIAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;- Será que se eu mudasse/ou desse mais ele voltava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;DEPRESSÃO&lt;/strong&gt;- Gosto tanto dele, tenho tantas saudades. Sinto me tão sozinha e triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;ACEITAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;- Enfim outro amor melhor virá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOPqrJkFOFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y1VjpA-CAvg/s1600-h/renascer2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252299617466660946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOPqrJkFOFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y1VjpA-CAvg/s320/renascer2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora as dicas, não sou muito de acordo que o pêlo de outro cão é que cura a perda de um cão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah cão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuar a fazer coisas boas, que se gostam... A serotonina agradece!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Viajar... uma pequena viagem, 2 dias foras, ui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chocolate, para mim sempre foi o melhor amigo da mulher, mas como tudo o que é bom, demais enjoa e faz mal!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cinema, tv, séries, música, um bom livro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Um hobbie novo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Desporto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Antes disto tudo, aconselho a CHORAR, não há maneira melhor de sair tudo o que está lá dentro cá para fora!&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/7569369357977862657-6446280125118160433?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6446280125118160433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6446280125118160433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6446280125118160433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6446280125118160433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/como-curar-uma-desiluso-amorosa.html' title='Como curar uma desilusão amorosa?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOPqrJkFOFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y1VjpA-CAvg/s72-c/renascer2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-1002368067749535833</id><published>2008-10-01T22:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:18:56.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xenofobia</title><content type='html'>Quando um açoriano nos pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não querendo ser xenófobo, mas há quanto tempo está nos Açores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será tempo de me preocupar ou partir simplesmente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenofobia é o medo (fobia, aversão) que o ser humano normalmente tem ao que é diferente (para este indivíduo).&lt;br /&gt;Xenofobia é ainda usado num sentido amplo referindo-se a qualquer forma de preconceito, racial, grupal (de grupos minoritários) ou cultural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-1002368067749535833?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1002368067749535833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=1002368067749535833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1002368067749535833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1002368067749535833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/xenofobia.html' title='Xenofobia'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-708562733139843616</id><published>2008-10-01T22:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:13:32.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HH Death Defying Acts</title><content type='html'>Harry Houdini, o HH dos velhos tempos era um escapologista, mestre na arte de escapar, magia, só ironias né, pois é já nesta altura havia a keka mágica!&lt;br /&gt;Ui, esta doeu, enfim, o filme deixa nos a pensar, cada vez acredito mais, os pobres são os mais felizes, mesmo que não o saibam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOPm2XKxpMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zWw59SPTqeQ/s1600-h/death_defying_acts_movie_poster_russian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252295412050666690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOPm2XKxpMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zWw59SPTqeQ/s320/death_defying_acts_movie_poster_russian1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não é o filme que é brilhante, nem os actores, nem a história, é nas entrelinhas que está a magia, se a apanhares, irás perceber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-708562733139843616?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/708562733139843616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=708562733139843616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/708562733139843616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/708562733139843616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/hh-death-defying-acts.html' title='HH Death Defying Acts'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOPm2XKxpMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zWw59SPTqeQ/s72-c/death_defying_acts_movie_poster_russian1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-7851320743962898700</id><published>2008-09-29T13:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:49:34.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem ao centro da Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SODOzUnsVgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/x81yz7cTVSg/s1600-h/viagemaocentrodaterra_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251424546617841154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SODOzUnsVgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/x81yz7cTVSg/s320/viagemaocentrodaterra_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7851320743962898700?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7851320743962898700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7851320743962898700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7851320743962898700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7851320743962898700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/viagem-ao-centro-da-terra.html' title='Viagem ao centro da Terra'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SODOzUnsVgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/x81yz7cTVSg/s72-c/viagemaocentrodaterra_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-2406181203378698280</id><published>2008-09-29T12:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:07:25.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ANO - AÇORES</title><content type='html'>Post comemorativo, do meu primeiro aniversário de estadia nos Açores, mais propriamente na Ilha de São Miguel!&lt;br /&gt;O balanço é mais que positivo!&lt;br /&gt;A insularidade têm um efeito especial em mim, isso há que ser dito, tanto me dá liberdade como me deixa claustrofóbica!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto me dá asas para voar, como me prende ao chão!&lt;br /&gt;Também me dá muita coragem e ao mesmo tempo sinto medo como nunca senti!&lt;br /&gt;As minha emoções que já costumam ser alteradas, aqui na Ilha estão sempre envoltas num grande mistério, talvés por isso chamem a estas terras as ilhas da natureza mágica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos lá resumir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casa:&lt;/strong&gt; ui a mesma casa, muitas pessoas diferentes, tantas histórias e muitas animalescas literalmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Profissional:&lt;/strong&gt; Estagiar L, Formações, Curso de PNC, Contrato de Trabalho, Mestrado, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amizades:&lt;/strong&gt; até hoje os amigos são os mesmos desde o começo, uns mais que outros, não perdi contacto com ninguém e o grupo dos conehcidos e dos amigos foi sempre a crescer! Diferentes grupos de pessoas e cada vez conheço mais açorianos, as Ilhas começam a ficar pequenas, mais ainda quando se vai até São Jorge e se vê 2 pessoas conhecidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diversão:&lt;/strong&gt; tanta, desde concertos, teatro, nightlife, jogos, jantares, almoços, praia, piscina, carta de condução de motociclos, viagens, desporto, espetáculos, muito cinema, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amores:&lt;/strong&gt; que dizer, havia uma novela chamada a Ilha dos Amores e mais não digo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito se passou neste ano, fiz várias coisas que sonhei fazer, como, ir a pé para todo o lado, isso é a verdadeira qualidade de vida! Aqui no meio do atlântico sou feliz, realizo-me todos os dias e consigo fazer tanta coisa por mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu MUITO OBRIGADO(A) a todos os que comigo viveram ou conviveram neste ano, para o bem ou para o mal, vamos continuar!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado aos que me aturaram, aos que me ouviram, aos que se riram comigo e de mim, aos que choraram por minha causa, aos que me fizeram chorar, e a todos os que me deram algo diferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SODA64vmtmI/AAAAAAAAAck/Xef5hawLsjo/s1600-h/acores01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251409283410998882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SODA64vmtmI/AAAAAAAAAck/Xef5hawLsjo/s320/acores01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para o ano há mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2406181203378698280?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2406181203378698280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2406181203378698280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2406181203378698280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2406181203378698280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-ano-aores.html' title='1 ANO - AÇORES'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SODA64vmtmI/AAAAAAAAAck/Xef5hawLsjo/s72-c/acores01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5872787707763663197</id><published>2008-09-28T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:20:34.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Danças Chinesas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOAC7MwJmvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5l58BPqDrKY/s1600-h/Beijin-NOVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251200381572717298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOAC7MwJmvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5l58BPqDrKY/s320/Beijin-NOVA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Academia de Dança de Pequim, pela primeira vez em Portugal, com dois grandes espectáculos de Danças Milenares e Dança Clássica Chinesa nos dias 26 e 27 de Setembro.&lt;br /&gt;Fundada em 1954, a Beijing Dance Academy é uma das mais prestigiadas escolas de ensino superior artístico na China. Frequentada por cerca de 2000 alunos, os cursos que lecciona abrangem a Dança Clássica Chinesa (gudian wu), a Dança Folclórica Chinesa (mian jian e minzu wu), o Ballet, a Dança Moderna (xiandai wu), a Coreografia (bian dao), a História e Teoria da Dança e as Danças Sociais.&lt;br /&gt;Inicialmente baseada no regime da Bolshoi Academy, recebeu também influências da Escola Francesa, da Royal Academy of Dancing e do Royal Danish Ballet que se reflectem no seu programa de ensino e repertório. Nesta escola têm sido formados alguns dos mais prestigiados bailarinos chineses, muitos dos quais têm integrado companhias internacionais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5872787707763663197?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5872787707763663197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5872787707763663197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5872787707763663197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5872787707763663197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/danas-chinesas.html' title='Danças Chinesas'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SOAC7MwJmvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5l58BPqDrKY/s72-c/Beijin-NOVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3374086996080341486</id><published>2008-09-26T16:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:42:26.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto sem retorno</title><content type='html'>Assim foi de vez&lt;br /&gt;Percebi os sinais&lt;br /&gt;Às duas por três&lt;br /&gt;Já me sentia a mais&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo só teu&lt;br /&gt;Inventado por ti&lt;br /&gt;Não há espaço para dois&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos para mim&lt;br /&gt;Já chegámos&lt;br /&gt;A um ponto sem retorno&lt;br /&gt;Quero que tu saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Vale mais que mil palavras&lt;br /&gt;E a tua ausência diz-me tudo&lt;br /&gt;E não, não me diz nada&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia&lt;br /&gt;Adiámos questões&lt;br /&gt;E a monotonia&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta dos dois&lt;br /&gt;Julgávamos seguir&lt;br /&gt;Por uma avenida&lt;br /&gt;Mas a nossa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Já não tem saída&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pólo Norte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3374086996080341486?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3374086996080341486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3374086996080341486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3374086996080341486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3374086996080341486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/ponto-sem-retorno.html' title='Ponto sem retorno'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-7266292767418249329</id><published>2008-09-25T17:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:26:34.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem</title><content type='html'>Coragem, pouco ou nada, se faz sem ela!!! By lena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este deve ser um dos meus lemas de vida, muitos me chamam de doida, outros dizem que tenho coragem, eu apenas acho que faço aquilo que quero, pelo menos algumas vezes, não me prende pela falta de coragem dos outros!&lt;br /&gt;Desde cedo tento dizer o máximo da verdade que consigo, mesmo tendo já magoado a alguns, sei que este será sempre o melhor caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá o dobro do trabalho e muito mais, fazer algo que não queremos sem contar todo o sofrimento, por isso eu não entendo porque as pessoas ainda escolhem o pior caminho?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E  essa falta d coragem para dizer a verdade, apenas tem coragem para desportos radicais e beber até desmaiar e o resto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se soubessem o poder que dá, olhar alguém nos olhos e dizer a verdade seja ela qual fôr, ficariam viciados, eu sei porque o sou, quando chega a hora não existe nada melhor do deitar cá para fora o que não está fazendo nada lá dentro, apenas pesa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digam apenas a verdade... E muita coragem para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora algo que li e gostei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coragem é a habilidade de confrontar o medo, a dor, o perigo, a incerteza ou a intimidação.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser dividida em física e moral. O Homem sem temeridade motiva-se a ir mais além. Enfrenta os desafios com confiança e não se preocupa com o pior. O medo pode ser constante, mas o impulso o leva adiante.&lt;br /&gt;Coragem é a confiança que o homem tem em momentos de temor ou situações difíceis, é o que faz viver lutando e enfrentando os problemas e as barreiras que colocam medo, é a força positiva para combater momentos tenebrosos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é lindo amar, como é triste sofrer!&lt;br /&gt;Como é difícil te conquistar e como é fácil te perder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecem palavras que eu diria de mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar a vida é...&lt;br /&gt;É ter paixão por coisas simples.&lt;br /&gt;É aceitar o mundo exterior e tê-lo como fonte de inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;É saber reconquistar, pois a conquista é algo muito fácil.&lt;br /&gt;É ter uma visão de mundo e absorver coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;É ter um grande amor, uma grande paixão, uma grande amizade.&lt;br /&gt;É estar de bem com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;É poder amar e viver bons momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que cometer o mesmo erro duas vezes é burrice,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu chamo isso de coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que desistir de algo que se quer é covardia,&lt;br /&gt;mas é preciso ter coragem para matar um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que é estupidez pular uma cerca,&lt;br /&gt;enfrentar um cão raivoso,&lt;br /&gt;gargalhar alto sem algum motivo,&lt;br /&gt;dizer o que pensa,&lt;br /&gt;sentir de alma aberta o que o seu coração grita&lt;br /&gt;ou estar só por simples querer;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu chamo isso de coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que é fraqueza chorar na frente de quem amamos,&lt;br /&gt;se desarmar diante um medo,&lt;br /&gt;sentir  - se pequeno quando as coisas não acontecem como gostaríamos&lt;br /&gt;ou quando tentamos fugir um pouquinho da realidade ao ler um livro;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu chamo isso de coragem.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu chamo de coragem é sinónimo de estupidez e fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;para muitos normais que não se entregam ao que são.&lt;br /&gt;Pois têm medo de mostrar ao mundo e a si próprios&lt;br /&gt;que são feitos de carne  e osso.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, se hoje em dia é preciso ser frio, insensível e incrédulo&lt;br /&gt;para ser forte e sobreviver, então eu prefiro ser uma fraca, sonhadora.&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu chame isso&lt;br /&gt;de Coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo, né, não teria posto em melhores palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Vá lá, amem muito, sonhem mais e lutem sempre!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7266292767418249329?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7266292767418249329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7266292767418249329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;adormecer com a dor&lt;br /&gt;Fado&lt;br /&gt;só quando a saudade vem&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar do meu passado&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas&lt;br /&gt;Nao condeno essa paixao&lt;br /&gt;Essa magoa das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que a guitarra vai gemendo também&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao,&lt;br /&gt;eu nao pedirei perdao&lt;br /&gt;Quando gozar o pecado&lt;br /&gt;E voltar a dar a mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E a desdita nao se diz&lt;br /&gt;Nao quero o que o fado quer dizer&lt;br /&gt;Fado&lt;br /&gt;Solucar recordacões&lt;br /&gt;Fado&lt;br /&gt;Reviver uma tal dor&lt;br /&gt;Fado&lt;br /&gt;Só quando a saudade vem&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar do meu passado&lt;br /&gt;um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas&lt;br /&gt;nao condeno essa paixao&lt;br /&gt;Essa magoa das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que a guitarra vai gemendo&lt;br /&gt;também&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao,&lt;br /&gt;eu nao pedirei perdao&lt;br /&gt;Quando gozar o pecado&lt;br /&gt;E voltar a dar a mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;desse lado que ha em nós&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de alma lusitana&lt;br /&gt;Como a lenda da Severa&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E a desdita nao se diz&lt;br /&gt;O fado&lt;br /&gt;Nao me faz arrepender&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E a desdita nao se diz&lt;br /&gt;O fado&lt;br /&gt;Nao me faz arrepender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2220370707474715436?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2220370707474715436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2220370707474715436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2220370707474715436'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4706166641276215341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/kickboxing.html' title='Kickboxing'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNkPDBnpKaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/PwILkUHLKxU/s72-c/bonnienatalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5527937477304650874</id><published>2008-09-22T17:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:34:51.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Açorda Alentejana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNfIAhLRNXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/z9lRbCr_jFY/s1600-h/a%C3%A7orda%2Bbacalhau1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248883801954792818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNfIAhLRNXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/z9lRbCr_jFY/s320/a%C3%A7orda%2Bbacalhau1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não sou muito de cozinha e muito menos de receitas, mas esta é lá de casa!&lt;br /&gt;Para quem ainda não teve o imenso prazer!!!&lt;br /&gt;A açorda à alentejana é uma sopa típica do Alentejo – ao contrário da maioria das sopas, esta não é cozinhada, mas basicamente pão desfeito em água quente temperada (ou seja comida de pobre).&lt;br /&gt;Existem várias maneiras de preparar e várias açordas diferentes por esse país fora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="A.C3.A7orda_.C3.A0_alentejana_.E2.80.93_1" name="A.C3.A7orda_.C3.A0_alentejana_.E2.80.93_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes e Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes para quatro pessoas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bom molho de coentro (ou um molho pequeno de poejo), ou uma mistura das duas ervas);&lt;br /&gt;2 a 4 dentes de alho;&lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) bem cheia de sal grosso;&lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de azeite;&lt;br /&gt;1,5 litro de água a ferver ;&lt;br /&gt;400 gramas de pão caseiro (duro);&lt;br /&gt;4 ovos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrescento pimentão verde corto aos bocadinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo de preparo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisam-se numa tigela, reduzindo-os a papa, os coentros (ou os poejos) com os dentes de alho, a que se retirou o grelo, e o sal grosso. Rega-se com o azeite e escalda-se com água a ferver, onde previamente se escalfaram os ovos (de onde se retiraram). Mexe-se a açorda com uma fatia de pão grande, com que se prova a sopa. A esta sopa dá-se o nome de "sopa azeiteira" ou "sopa mestra".&lt;br /&gt;Introduz-se então no caldo o pão, que foi ou não cortado em fatias ou em cubos com uma faca, ou partido à mão, conforme o gosto. Depois, tapa-se ou não a açorda, pois uns gostam dela mole e outros apreciam as suas sopas duras. Os ovos são colocados no prato ou sobre as sopas na terrina, também conforme o gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, na água utilizada já se cozeu uma posta de pescada ou de bacalhau.&lt;br /&gt;Também pode ser acompanhada com sardinhas assadas ou fritas, batatas cozidas ou ovos cozidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui fez-se com os verdadeiros ingredientes...ui tava uma delicia!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5527937477304650874?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5527937477304650874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5527937477304650874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5527937477304650874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5527937477304650874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/aorda-alentejana.html' title='Açorda Alentejana'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNfIAhLRNXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/z9lRbCr_jFY/s72-c/a%C3%A7orda%2Bbacalhau1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5148683262703990331</id><published>2008-09-18T16:45:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:00:54.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alentejo sempre...</title><content type='html'>Alentejo: a maior região do país, dividido entre o alto e o baixo, com 3 cidades mais importantes: Portalegre, Évora e Beja mais ao sul.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivi em Beringel a 11km d Beja, lá é a minha casa...&lt;br /&gt;Sim o Alentejo tem planicies, mas também tem oceano atlântico a costa vicentina é maravilhosa para quem conhece, aquelas praias lindas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Também tem rios, guadiana e sado etc!!!&lt;br /&gt;E até tem serras, mas chega de lição de geografia!!!&lt;br /&gt;3ª zona mais visitada do país por portugueses em férias é o baixo alentejo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isto pa dizer fui d mini-férias a casa, 4 dias d 6f a 2f e como foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ5yned5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gOqtPp5wUNk/s1600-h/alentejo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247390426337240466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ5yned5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gOqtPp5wUNk/s320/alentejo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já vos disse que aqui nestas terras se come bem, porco, oh Sr. do porco volte... &lt;div&gt;E carapaus assados ui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E melão pele sapo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E família, e amigos e festa rija, sim vacadas com vacas, e até bailhos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ui, valeu a pena o saltinho, matei bem as saudades, mas já tenho mais!!!&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/7569369357977862657-5148683262703990331?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5148683262703990331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5148683262703990331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5148683262703990331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5148683262703990331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/alentejo-sempre.html' title='Alentejo sempre...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ5yned5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gOqtPp5wUNk/s72-c/alentejo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-178745253049343830</id><published>2008-09-18T16:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:53:14.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um exemplar que eu quero...</title><content type='html'>Natal, está aí, ninguém se quer adiantar... bem o código já era!!!&lt;br /&gt;Como eu disse mecânica da mota é para o mecânico!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao rapaz simpático ao meu lado, e a todos os que me ajudaram mesmo sem saber!!!&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ4hTKCfQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Y-_ojCdcQ0g/s1600-h/Image30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247389029313445122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ4hTKCfQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Y-_ojCdcQ0g/s320/Image30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saldo do exame de código: 6 pessoas: 5 sexo masculino e 1 sexo feminino, 4 passaram: 1 feminino (eu) e 3 masculinos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-178745253049343830?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/178745253049343830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=178745253049343830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/178745253049343830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/178745253049343830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/mais-um-exemplar-que-eu-quero.html' title='Mais um exemplar que eu quero...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ4hTKCfQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Y-_ojCdcQ0g/s72-c/Image30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-1428824257292501904</id><published>2008-09-18T16:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:48:37.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodrigo Herédia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ37_OAhTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/oAS4ZJ-5bvQ/s1600-h/rodrigo_heredia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247388388306224434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ37_OAhTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/oAS4ZJ-5bvQ/s320/rodrigo_heredia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando coisinhas destas andam de avião contigo, certas coisas começas a pensar, ah e surf e tal, pois é, Ribeira Grande este fim de semana né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito melhor que nas revistas, não posso dizer isto de todos os VIPS que já vi ao vivo!!!&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/7569369357977862657-1428824257292501904?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1428824257292501904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=1428824257292501904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1428824257292501904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1428824257292501904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/rodrigo-herdia.html' title='Rodrigo Herédia'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SNJ37_OAhTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/oAS4ZJ-5bvQ/s72-c/rodrigo_heredia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8198408215486445281</id><published>2008-09-17T14:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:41:17.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim se entra num mestrado!!!</title><content type='html'>SERIAÇÃO DE CANDIDATOS AO CURSO DE MESTRADO EM CIÊNCIAS SOCIAIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2008-09-15 in DHFCS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESTRADO EM CIÊNCIAS SOCIAIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTA ORDENADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriação nº&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel Moniz Alves 1&lt;br /&gt;Telma Silva 2&lt;br /&gt;Renato Luís Furtado 3&lt;br /&gt;Paulo C. Teves 4&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Mendes 5&lt;br /&gt;António Tavares 6&lt;br /&gt;Derrick Mendes 7&lt;br /&gt;José M. Mendes 8&lt;br /&gt;Natércia Gaspar 9&lt;br /&gt;Luís Nilton 10&lt;br /&gt;Rita Dias 11&lt;br /&gt;Carla Cabral 12&lt;br /&gt;Helena Pinheiro 13&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Malaquias 14&lt;br /&gt;Cristina Jorge 15&lt;br /&gt;Paula Barbosa 16&lt;br /&gt;Alisa Costa 17&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Terceira 18&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Jorge Forte 19&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Aires 20&lt;br /&gt;Alzira Silva 21&lt;br /&gt;Paula Silva 22&lt;br /&gt;Ana Amorim 23&lt;br /&gt;Arsénia Fortes 24&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Cabral 25&lt;br /&gt;Sónia Duque 26&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Pacheco 27&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Sabino 28&lt;br /&gt;Susana Viveiros 29&lt;br /&gt;Leila Cátia Pires* 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que não tenho nada contra o nº 13...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8198408215486445281?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-7404931341677503142</id><published>2008-09-17T13:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:16:26.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta vai para aquele espaço que me acolheu muitas x e aquela companhia extra, lela e mina!!!&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;Dancing Queen&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;You can dance, you can jump, having the time of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night and the lights are low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking out for the place to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where they play the right music, getting in the swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You come in to look for a king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody could be that guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night is young and the musics high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a bit of rock music, everything is fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre in the mood for a dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you get the chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can dance, you can jump, having the time of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre a teaser, you turn em on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave them burning and then youre gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking out for another, anyone will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre in the mood for a dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you get the chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SND-jCMDL7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/NbjZtbOCJgQ/s1600-h/mamma-mia-movie-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246973443722915762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SND-jCMDL7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/NbjZtbOCJgQ/s320/mamma-mia-movie-poster-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mamma Mia!&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;Ive been cheated by you since I dont know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made up my mind, it must come to an end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at me now, will I ever learn? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know how but I suddenly lose control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres a fire within my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one look and I can hear a bell ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more look and I forget everything, o-o-o-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, here I go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My my, how can I resist you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, does it show again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My my, just how much Ive missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Ive been brokenhearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue since the day we parted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why, why did I ever let you go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, now I really know,My my, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could never let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been angry and sad about the things that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant count all the times that Ive told you were through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you go, when you slam the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think you know that you wont be away too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that Im not that strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one look and I can hear a bell ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more look and I forget everything, o-o-o-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, here I go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My my, how can I resist you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, does it show again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My my, just how much Ive missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Ive been brokenhearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue since the day we parted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why, why did I ever let you go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, even if I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye bye, leave me now or never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, its a game we play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye bye doesnt mean forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, here I go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My my, how can I resist you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, does it show again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My my, just how much Ive missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Ive been brokenhearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue since the day we parted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why, why did I ever let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma mia, now I really know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My my, I could never let you go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-7404931341677503142?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7404931341677503142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7404931341677503142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7404931341677503142'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMkwM_PNlsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/E8gBO8tHNiw/s1600-h/20060725-girassol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244776240741455554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMkwM_PNlsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/E8gBO8tHNiw/s320/20060725-girassol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou assim, e é disto que nós queremos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cimo dakele monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vo construir um castelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pa tu me contemplares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como eu te contempelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;subi akele ecalitro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;com a tua trogafia na mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;desencalitrei-me la de cima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;malhei cus cornos no xao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;subi akele monte pa te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nao te vi desci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um raminho de alecrim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um raminho de ortelã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gostas deste poema?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hããããã. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tava eu a tirar moncos lá da cana do nariz an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quanto fazia uma mija assim tipo chafariz&lt;br /&gt;Tinha a bexiga tã chêia que fiquê lá uma hora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando me assomê em volta vi que tinha ido tudo embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacudi o coiso e tal enquanto coçava a bilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; de tal manêra atascado que o entalê na braguilha&lt;br /&gt;tirê as botas do lodo que fizera na mijada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sacudi tamém as calças sempre com ela entalada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pedi ajuda à Ti micas que cerca dali morava &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas depilou-me os tomates da força com que a puxava&lt;br /&gt;ensanguentado na pila fui aos tombos pelo monti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vomitando quasi as tripas nã sêi se queres que te conti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como comera dôs pães de quilo e um garrafão p'rajudar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a empurrare na admira que tivesse três horas a vomitare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detê-me na palha fresca para ver se descansava &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enterrê-me logo em bosta de uma vaca que passava&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim que essa tarde conheci um caracole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os dois deitados na palha com os cornos a secare ao sole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque esta vida é tão dura por aqui p'lo Alentejo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dêxa cá dormire um pôco vamos soltando um bocêjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Florbela Espanca, o melhor para terminar, também ela alentejana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho por ti uma paixão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão forte tão acrisolada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que até adoro a saudade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando por ti é causada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Lena,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu lindo Alentejo, não és tu que vives em mim, sou eu que vivo em ti!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-1655800308435722339?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1655800308435722339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=1655800308435722339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1655800308435722339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/1655800308435722339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/poesia-alentejana.html' title='Poesia Alentejana'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMkwM_PNlsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/E8gBO8tHNiw/s72-c/20060725-girassol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-6918288826378508183</id><published>2008-09-10T17:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:14:35.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m a flying heart in planet Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMfyIjvL4zI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yPUy8bw70Nk/s1600-h/Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244426519942259506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMfyIjvL4zI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yPUy8bw70Nk/s320/Amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Algures no caminho para encontrar a felicidade, perdi-me, tive que ir ao fundo, fugir e mudar tudo para perceber que a felicidade já a tinha logo no início antes de me perder"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A hora da despedida é a pior, dói muito, mas só porque te relembra de tudo bom que se passou, por isso custa sempre mais"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Porquê naquela manhã pensei que a vida terminára? De cada vez que der um passo ou pensar, de cada dia que passar eu vou sentir saudades tuas! Mas só as sinto porque te conheci e isso é o que me faz feliz! Para mim fiz o que tinha a fazer para continuar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why i want so much and i take so less?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by lena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6918288826378508183?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6918288826378508183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6918288826378508183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6918288826378508183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6918288826378508183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-flying-heart-in-planet-love.html' title='I´m a flying heart in planet Love'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMfyIjvL4zI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yPUy8bw70Nk/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5220904558627480234</id><published>2008-09-10T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:03:40.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lara Fabian - Love by Grace</title><content type='html'>I remember the rain on the roof that morning&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;The angry words came from nowhereWithout warning&lt;br /&gt;That stole the moment and sent me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You standing there at the doorway, crying&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I had ever be back&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't come here to leave you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to lose&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here believing&lt;br /&gt;I would ever be away from you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to find out&lt;br /&gt;There's a weakness in my faith&lt;br /&gt;I was brought here by the power of love&lt;br /&gt;Love by grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the road just went on forever&lt;br /&gt;That just couldn't seem to turn that car around&lt;br /&gt;Through the distant like a long lost treasure&lt;br /&gt;A phone booth that just could not be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought here by the power of love&lt;br /&gt;That was just a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;And one well never forget&lt;br /&gt;One we can leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Cause when there was doubt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canção e principalmente a parte do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to lose&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to find out&lt;br /&gt;There's a weakness in my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre me acompanham estas palavras, porque quando nós fazemos algo em que acreditamos e depositamos todo nosso amor e energia, podemos até sair vencidos, mas jamais derrotados!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5220904558627480234?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5220904558627480234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-2755450732003181558</id><published>2008-09-10T16:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:52:43.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rosa Azul...</title><content type='html'>Foi há muito tempo que se passou a história da Rosa azul, mas ela continua viva naqueles que&lt;br /&gt;ainda acreditam e neste dia, chegou a minha vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há dias em que pode chover lá fora, ou estar frio cá dentro, e eu sem hora, nem momento!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não interessa nada, apenas o sentimento, que ninguém me dá, ou alguém me leva!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem eu não sou poetisa, continuamos na melhor, Florbela Espanca!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ti somente um nome sei, amor.&lt;br /&gt;É pouco, é muito pouco e é bastante&lt;br /&gt;Para que esta paixão doida e constante&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia cresça com vigor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como de um sonho vago e sem fervor&lt;br /&gt;Nasce uma paixão assim tão inquietante!&lt;br /&gt;Meu doido coração triste e amante&lt;br /&gt;Como tu buscas o ideal na dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto era só quimera, fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa de sonho que se esvai num dia,&lt;br /&gt;Perfume leve dum rosal do céu...&lt;br /&gt;Paixão ardente, louca isto é agora,&lt;br /&gt;Vulcão que vai crescendo hora por hora...&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor, que imenso amor o meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sem esquecer os Açores, &lt;em&gt;só agora&lt;/em&gt; conheci a obra de Natália Correia!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pusemos tanto azul nessa distância&lt;br /&gt;ancorada em incerta claridadee ficamos nas paredes do vento&lt;br /&gt;a escorrer para tudo o que ele invade.&lt;br /&gt;Pusemos tantas flores nas horas breves&lt;br /&gt;que secam folhas nas árvores dos dedos.&lt;br /&gt;E ficámos cingidos nas estátuas&lt;br /&gt;a morder-nos na carne dum segredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244419104563440194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMfrY7TGqkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_iORmMbrGQA/s320/ROSA_AZUL7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2755450732003181558?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2755450732003181558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2755450732003181558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2755450732003181558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2755450732003181558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/rosa-azul.html' title='A Rosa Azul...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMfrY7TGqkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_iORmMbrGQA/s72-c/ROSA_AZUL7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5437839081576773560</id><published>2008-09-09T17:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:18:01.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro questionários!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Livro:&lt;/strong&gt; estou a tentar ler vários ao mesmo tempo... mas é muito difícil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Último álbum "comprado":&lt;/strong&gt; nem me lembro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Última música "downloada":&lt;/strong&gt; Vanessa Carlton, Pretty Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Músicas que se recusam a sair da cabeça:&lt;/strong&gt; One Republic - Apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Álbum preferido (de agora):&lt;/strong&gt; nenhum, ouço tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele artista/banda (de agora):&lt;/strong&gt; Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Último filme @ cinema:&lt;/strong&gt; quase todos os que estão e estiveram no cinema ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Último filme @ casa:&lt;/strong&gt; na tv não vejo, pc tantos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Última revista:&lt;/strong&gt; cor-de-rosa para ler em várias viagens de barco de 4h a 7h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Última compra:&lt;/strong&gt; Uma mini-saia, vestido, leggings e umas havaianas não vivesse eu numa ilha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele desejo material:&lt;/strong&gt; um laptop novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele crush em celebridades:&lt;/strong&gt; Dominic Purcell em John Doe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que estou a fazer agora?&lt;/strong&gt; Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Último elogio:&lt;/strong&gt; “És a minha heroína”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preocupação actual:&lt;/strong&gt; tantas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A citação de agora:&lt;/strong&gt; only if i could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facto aleatório:&lt;/strong&gt; voar no dia 11 setembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 empregos onde já trabalhei ou trabalho:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mini-Mercado.&lt;br /&gt;- Discoteca.&lt;br /&gt;- Recepcionista num Hostel sem falar a língua do país.&lt;br /&gt;- APF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 últimos bons filmes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sex and the City;&lt;br /&gt;- Get Smart;&lt;br /&gt;- Gone, Baby Gone;&lt;br /&gt;- Surveillance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 locais onde vivi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beringel, a 11 km de Beja, 21 anos&lt;br /&gt;- Lisboa, 4 anos&lt;br /&gt;- Cracóvia, 1 ano e meio&lt;br /&gt;- Ponta Delgada, São Miguel, Açores, desde 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 séries de TV:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;- Prison Break- Lost&lt;br /&gt;- John Doe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 pratos favoritos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sopas de pão com feijão branco e bogango&lt;br /&gt;- açorda alentejana&lt;br /&gt;- tudo com chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- tudo o que tenha massas como ingrediente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 websites que visito diariamente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- os blogues dos meus amigos blogosféricos&lt;br /&gt;- o portugalseries&lt;br /&gt;- o hi5&lt;br /&gt;- os meus e-mails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 sítios onde gostava de estar agora:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- em Cracóvia com os amigos;&lt;br /&gt;- no continente com a familia e amigos;&lt;br /&gt;- em Tirana com a Iria;&lt;br /&gt;- numa praia contigo;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5437839081576773560?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5437839081576773560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5437839081576773560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5437839081576773560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5437839081576773560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/adoro-questionrios.html' title='Adoro questionários!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-4127056225999525255</id><published>2008-09-08T14:52:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:37:27.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recentes idas ao cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMU2OfjOIJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_li34nYe47g/s1600-h/temp350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656963758104722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMU2OfjOIJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_li34nYe47g/s320/temp350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the best, tá excelente... o fim, só o fim... mt bom mesmo!!! mas pesado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMU1DoytKDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cwVVjHIXj7I/s1600-h/lagraine_aff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655677748783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMU1DoytKDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cwVVjHIXj7I/s320/lagraine_aff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ui , pa quem aguentar 3h d cinema francês, está muito bom e tente lá descobrir o segredo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMU0SyRTxjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PrhGbPljqtY/s1600-h/mummy3-tsrposter-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243654838479472178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMU0SyRTxjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PrhGbPljqtY/s320/mummy3-tsrposter-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O filme divertido a ver o Jet Li a fazer de mau, adorei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMUv0830uXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SfkhZlBhft0/s1600-h/caveira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243649927882783090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMUv0830uXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SfkhZlBhft0/s320/caveira.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O rap das armas, um grande filme e grandes interpretações, adorei pelo lado psicológico!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMUu_ro5BoI/AAAAAAAAAas/XikxrDNTDdU/s1600-h/arquivox2_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243649012723680898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMUu_ro5BoI/AAAAAAAAAas/XikxrDNTDdU/s320/arquivox2_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x files, também nada de especial, as séries ao que me lembro eram melhores e nada românticas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMUuSkOYWtI/AAAAAAAAAak/1AB-InzbBfg/s1600-h/procurado_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243648237639326418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMUuSkOYWtI/AAAAAAAAAak/1AB-InzbBfg/s320/procurado_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pa rir, só os actores, porque argumento e filme foi mesmo pa rir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4127056225999525255?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4127056225999525255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4127056225999525255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4127056225999525255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4127056225999525255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/recentes-idas-ao-cinema.html' title='Recentes idas ao cinema'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SMU2OfjOIJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_li34nYe47g/s72-c/temp350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8174163705471755157</id><published>2008-09-08T10:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:40:40.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>Lembro-me o que fui dantes.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembrar!&lt;br /&gt;Em tardes dolorosas&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me que fui a Primavera&lt;br /&gt;Que em muros velhos fez nascer as rosas!&lt;br /&gt;As minhas mãos, outrora carinhosas,&lt;br /&gt;Pairavam como pombas...&lt;br /&gt;Quem soubera&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo passou e foi quimera,&lt;br /&gt;E porque os muros velhos não dão rosas!&lt;br /&gt;São sempre os que eu recordo que me esquecem...&lt;br /&gt;Mas digo para mim: "Não me merecem...&lt;br /&gt;"E já não fico tão abandonada!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que valho mais, mais pobrezinha:&lt;br /&gt;Que também é orgulho ser sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;E também é nobreza não ter nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não ser muito fã, algumas coisas permaneceram desde que estudei!!!&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca foi uma delas...&lt;br /&gt;Uma poetisa fora de série, alentejana, mártir, como uma história tão gloriosa como a sua poesia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada as professoras de Português!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8174163705471755157?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8174163705471755157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8174163705471755157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8174163705471755157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8174163705471755157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/poesia.html' title='Poesia'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-154208956516596337</id><published>2008-09-03T17:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:27:51.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantarinhas de Beringel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SL665c9ZkkI/AAAAAAAAAac/r_QtOFKcqcM/s1600-h/020BeringelF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832512494867010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SL665c9ZkkI/AAAAAAAAAac/r_QtOFKcqcM/s320/020BeringelF2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantarinhas de Beringel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Vicente Rodrigues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantarinha de Beringel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de fresco barro encarnado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;da água doce fazes melda fresca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;doce gelado ai e essa tua esbelteza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que uma tal graça encerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi roubá-la a Natureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;prás moças da minha terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantarinha de Beringel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha linda cantarinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pequenina graciosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;delicada donairosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai toda tão maneirinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as moças da minha terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;modeladas a cinzel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pequeninas delicadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;são como tu engraçadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cantarinhas de Beringel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando o sol no horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vai morrendo p’la tardinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lá vai a moça prá fonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;à cabeça a cantarinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai a moça é tão formosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qual bonequita de louça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas não sei qual mais airosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se a cantarinha se a moça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-154208956516596337?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/154208956516596337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=154208956516596337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/154208956516596337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/154208956516596337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/cantarinhas-de-beringel.html' title='Cantarinhas de Beringel'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SL665c9ZkkI/AAAAAAAAAac/r_QtOFKcqcM/s72-c/020BeringelF2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-4034026584533660888</id><published>2008-08-28T20:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:51:20.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way you are</title><content type='html'>JUST THE WAY YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go changing,&lt;br /&gt;to try and please me&lt;br /&gt;You never let me down before&lt;br /&gt;Don't imagine you're too familiar&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;We never could have come this far&lt;br /&gt;I took the good times,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go trying some new fashion&lt;br /&gt;Don't change the color of your hair&lt;br /&gt;You always have my unspoken passion&lt;br /&gt;Although I might not seem to care&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever conversation&lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone that&lt;br /&gt; I can talk to&lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you will always be&lt;br /&gt;The same old someone that I knew&lt;br /&gt;What will it take 'till you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you, and that's forever&lt;br /&gt;And this I promise from the heart&lt;br /&gt;I could not love you any better&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Geraldo Geraldes e Iria foi assim que conheci esta linda música)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times i sung it with u I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-4034026584533660888?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4034026584533660888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=4034026584533660888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4034026584533660888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/4034026584533660888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the way you are'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-493278742642673305</id><published>2008-08-26T15:30:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:39:30.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilha de Santa Maria (Tour)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;É neste barquinho grego que tenho feito algumas das minhas viagens marítimas pelo oceano atlântico nos Açores, com o Express Santorini já lá vão 12 horas, com o nome da empresa grega Hellenic Seaways, o que é sugestivo para esta Helena, andar no Hellenic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238835958431562546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLQVjDLbOzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jKBo1UIbNK8/s320/HPIM2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238838344795105330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLQXt9E1KDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/6jddMsV245A/s320/HPIM2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Alentejo nos Açores, com meloa, cactos, vacas castanhas, figueiras e etc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840553836692530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLQZuiZYxDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3CA77mIMS4M/s320/HPIM2206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colombo quando passou pela Ilha na volta da descoberta das Américas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238843343608817218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLQcQ7G5JkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zt4YGx1Y2oY/s320/HPIM2212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fátima em Santa Maria!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238846497839671266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLQfIhiIZ-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/rcSNs5eVIaE/s320/HPIM2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Baía de São Lourenço, com os seus muros altos de pedra a proteger as vinhas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238850137108016178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLQicW3UbDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/aMGki-nbYvg/s320/HPIM2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A ponta da Maia, e como todas as Ilhas dos Açores também têm uma Calheta!!!&lt;br /&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/7569369357977862657-493278742642673305?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/493278742642673305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=493278742642673305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/493278742642673305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/493278742642673305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/ilha-de-santa-maria-tour.html' title='Ilha de Santa Maria (Tour)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLQVjDLbOzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jKBo1UIbNK8/s72-c/HPIM2281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8790619484369675627</id><published>2008-08-26T00:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:03:39.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a Ilha Azul, Há sempre música no mar...</title><content type='html'>Quando a lua tentar me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Diga a ela que eu me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Na neblina que cobre o mar&lt;br /&gt;Mas me deixa te ver partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um instante, um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Vi o sol acordar&lt;br /&gt;Por detras do seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Me fazendo lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu posso tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas voce sempre será&lt;br /&gt;A onda que me arrasta&lt;br /&gt;Que me leva pro teu mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a calma em volta de mim&lt;br /&gt;O teu vento vem me perturbar&lt;br /&gt;Me envolve, me leva daqui&lt;br /&gt;Me afoga de novo no mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um instante, um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Vi o sol acordar&lt;br /&gt;Por detras do seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Me fazendo lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu posso tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas voce sempre será&lt;br /&gt;A onda que me arrasta&lt;br /&gt;Que me leva pro teu mar&lt;br /&gt;Me perco nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E mergulho sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Se voltarei&lt;br /&gt;Posso tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas voce sempre será&lt;br /&gt;A onda que me arrasta&lt;br /&gt;Que me leva pro teu marlaialaralaialaralaia...&lt;br /&gt;Envolve e me leva pra longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Me perco nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E mergulho sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Se voltarei&lt;br /&gt;Se voltarei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8790619484369675627?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8790619484369675627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8790619484369675627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8790619484369675627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8790619484369675627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-ilha-azul-h-sempre-msica-no-mar.html' title='Para 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que corresponde uma área de 172,43 km². &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A população residente é de 15 063 habitantes (2001), a maioria dos quais na Horta, cidade onde se localiza o parlamento açoriano e sede do único concelho da ilha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O clima é temperado oceânico, com temperaturas médias anuais do ar que oscilam entre os 13º C no Inverno e os 22º C no Verão, com frequentes vendavais e uma humidade relativa do ar em média acima dos 79%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ilha é servida pelo Aeroporto da Horta, com ligações aéreas regulares para as restantes ilhas e para o exterior do arquipélago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Porto da Horta foi um importante entreposto nas ligações marítimas e aéreas (hidroaviões) e por cabo submarino no Atlântico Norte, mantendo uma actividade relevante como porto comercial e local de escala de iates nas travessias entre o continente americano e a Europa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ilha é localmente conhecida por ilha Azul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238421266841096242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLKcY0nqUDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s2yrYln0BXs/s320/HPIM2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O interior da caldeira mantém vulcanismo activo, como o testemunha a erupção, com derrame lávico no seu interior, ocorrida há cerca de mil anos, e a actividade freato-vulcânica patente durante a erupção do vulcão dos Capelinhos, em 1957-1958. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;temporária. Em resultado do sismo de 9 de Julho de 1998, deram-se derrocadas nas paredes quase verticais da cratera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3997438944320436461?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3997438944320436461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3997438944320436461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3997438944320436461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3997438944320436461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/faial-ilha-azul.html' title='Faial - A Ilha azul'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLKcY0nqUDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s2yrYln0BXs/s72-c/HPIM2063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3300915478636757043</id><published>2008-08-22T16:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:30:11.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me in Blue Island!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7gry5WxRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kbZESBx1Ya8/s1600-h/HPIM1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237370459679802642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7gry5WxRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kbZESBx1Ya8/s320/HPIM1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quem vai a Roma!!! Há Capitã?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7eEYIQd8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/zkPgwf6Nn5U/s1600-h/HPIM2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237367583456393154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7eEYIQd8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/zkPgwf6Nn5U/s320/HPIM2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Só eu e o Pico os dois à mesma altitude, 2351m!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238415909217652770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SLKXg96sUCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G5ggC5oDzjI/s320/HPIM2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7cTWv09LI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-PRko1nqdoY/s1600-h/HPIM2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Cidade da Horta, senti que esta cidade podia ser em qualquer parte do mundo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7XsCycPcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9tkcEZNj9yM/s1600-h/HPIM2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237360568341118402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7XsCycPcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9tkcEZNj9yM/s320/HPIM2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu nas Caldeirinhas, ui, blue island is the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A todos os que me ajudaram em mais uma maluquice de viagem, muito obrigado em especial ao Hedi e ao João, pela companhia e casa do porto!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3300915478636757043?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3300915478636757043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3300915478636757043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3300915478636757043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3300915478636757043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-me-in-blue-island.html' title='Just me in Blue Island!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7gry5WxRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kbZESBx1Ya8/s72-c/HPIM1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3554393824960358258</id><published>2008-08-21T19:11:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:01:19.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Conquistas - Pico, Faial e São Jorge</title><content type='html'>E vão 5 das 9 ilhas dos Açores, nada mau em 11 meses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 horas de barco e mais 1 hora de avião!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2wqc2b0hI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LkXpcBKkKnc/s1600-h/HPIM1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036185047257618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2wqc2b0hI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LkXpcBKkKnc/s320/HPIM1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237036966982931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2xX9ybU6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/3czlwyjLpow/s320/HPIM1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Horta - Faial&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237116625946075810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK350ujO4qI/AAAAAAAAAYE/iWJRNChKIEo/s320/HPIM1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moto 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237349681644332658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7NyWrqZnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/JWXtVHhTCmI/s320/HPIM1942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Vulcão dos Capelinhos, uma paisagem do outro mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345683747950834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7KJpW40PI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xvvAP5Akn4A/s320/HPIM2089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Café Sport (o melhor spot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237117930124931954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK37Ao_s83I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ApRO1T1JENQ/s320/HPIM1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caldeira do Vulcão com o oceano lá no fundo, um dos pontos mais altos do Faial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237353513670792914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK7RRaF91tI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VgdIP5G3U-4/s320/HPIM2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Marina, ui, um local muito emblemático, sente-se a magia da cidade aqui!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237119719055933010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK38oxSFvlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nYdgtbZQNLk/s320/HPIM1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baía das Cabras - Faial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237114055063069538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK33fFQ9Y2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/M3VBK5-tsdY/s320/HPIM1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Praia do Almoxarife - Faial (um sonho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237115329660890706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK34pRgwrlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KA-T0oaepIA/s320/HPIM1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lua cheia na praia do Almoxarife e a vista para o Pico, indescritivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237110717914252290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK30c1arhAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jVNvm2dXlOE/s320/HPIM1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velas - São Jorge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3554393824960358258?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3554393824960358258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3554393824960358258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3554393824960358258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3554393824960358258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-aores-pico-faial-e-so-jorge.html' title='Mais Conquistas - Pico, Faial e São Jorge'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2wqc2b0hI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LkXpcBKkKnc/s72-c/HPIM1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5574877920069009647</id><published>2008-08-21T17:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:18:15.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouro II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2Uj6-OpeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2w5mCtEp9ig/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237005286548350434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2Uj6-OpeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2w5mCtEp9ig/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2TuTGsRrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xEyae7tYv88/s1600-h/1277907036_c69e5b08d0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237004365313361586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2TuTGsRrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xEyae7tYv88/s320/1277907036_c69e5b08d0_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quem ainda não deu umas braçadas e nunca pedalou ou correu, não sabe como a Vanessa Fernandes a prata lhe soube a ouro, eu sei ou pelo menos imagino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns aos dois mas também aos outros todos, mesmo que uns tenham desisitido ou falhado oas seus objectivos,acreditem ninguém sofre mais do que eles, porque quem abdicou de tanta coisa foram eles de certeza que deram o seu melhor!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda me lembro do Nelson nos nacionais como infantil e ele já ganhava aquilo tudo, por isso não estou nada surpresa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5574877920069009647?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5574877920069009647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5574877920069009647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5574877920069009647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5574877920069009647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouro-ii.html' title='Ouro II'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SK2Uj6-OpeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2w5mCtEp9ig/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-5898082336180323984</id><published>2008-08-13T10:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:32:14.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O triângulo açoriano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKKourn3xMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cu-t1Y2xOCg/s1600-h/mapa1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233931236895343810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKKourn3xMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cu-t1Y2xOCg/s320/mapa1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ora para quem não sabe eu estou desde Setembro de 2007 na Ilha de São Miguel nos Açores, entretanto após 9 horas (ida e volta) de barco este verão já fui passar uns dias a Santa Maria a ilha que fica mais perto, entretanto preparo uma jornada maior!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou de São Miguel para a Terceira leva 7 horas, depois amanhã vou passar por São Jorge e parar no Pico isto são mais 4 horas e depois para o Faial mais 1hora e pouco!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é estas duas viagens custaram 2 Euros, e vamos tentar não enjoar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vou sozinha, mas se navegadores dão a volta ao mundo em solitários porque eu não posso ir só até ali ao triângulo açoriano!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bom este é o plano, depois conto-vos o resto!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boas férias para quem as têm, se não bom trabalho para quem também o têm!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-5898082336180323984?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5898082336180323984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=5898082336180323984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5898082336180323984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/5898082336180323984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-tringulo-aoriano.html' title='O triângulo açoriano...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKKourn3xMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cu-t1Y2xOCg/s72-c/mapa1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8831037205917756093</id><published>2008-08-13T10:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:25:26.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKKoCBhnq9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/i0oezNuFt6s/s1600-h/Mariza_in_white_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930469680589778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKKoCBhnq9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/i0oezNuFt6s/s200/Mariza_in_white_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não queiras gostar de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem que eu te peça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem me dês nada que ao fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não mereça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vê se me deixas depois culpas no rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou sincero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não quero dar-te um desgosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De quem eu gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem às paredes confesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nem aposto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que não gosto de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podes rogar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;podes chorar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;podes sorrir também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De quem eu gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem às paredes confesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe se te esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou se te quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe até se é por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por quem eu espero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu gosto ou não afinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo que penses que me convensses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada te digo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Só mais um dos muitos concertos em PDL este verão!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8831037205917756093?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8831037205917756093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8831037205917756093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8831037205917756093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8831037205917756093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/mariza.html' title='Mariza'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKKoCBhnq9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/i0oezNuFt6s/s72-c/Mariza_in_white_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-479267352566526237</id><published>2008-08-11T15:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:04:10.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro Abrunhosa II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKBTROj4u_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/YN9WZjHBuy8/s1600-h/pedro_abrunhosa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233274322436013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKBTROj4u_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/YN9WZjHBuy8/s400/pedro_abrunhosa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A primeira vez que o ouvi, foi nesta passagem de ano, no terreiro do paço em Lisboa, agora em Ponta Delgada, com a Marina e a Lua de fundo, foi lindo!!! Adorei!!!&lt;br /&gt;De várias que gosto, não tenho favoritas mas esta marca-me muito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia que acaba&lt;br /&gt;e a cidade parece dormir,&lt;br /&gt;da janela vejo a luz que bate no chão&lt;br /&gt;e penso em te possuir.&lt;br /&gt;Noite após noite,&lt;br /&gt;há muito tempo,&lt;br /&gt;saio sem saber para onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;chamo por ti,&lt;br /&gt;na sombra das ruas,&lt;br /&gt;mas só a lua sabe quem eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua, luar,&lt;br /&gt;eu quero ver o teu brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;lua, lua, lua,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ver o teu sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo,&lt;br /&gt;mostra-me onde estás,&lt;br /&gt;é que o pior castigo&lt;br /&gt;é viver assim,&lt;br /&gt; sem luz nem paz,&lt;br /&gt;sozinho com o peso do caminho&lt;br /&gt;que se fez para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Lua, eu quero ver o teu brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;no luar, no luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens de chapéu e cigarros compridos&lt;br /&gt;vagueiam pelas ruas com olhares cheios de nada,&lt;br /&gt;mulheres meio despidas encostadas&lt;br /&gt;à parede&lt;br /&gt;fazem-me sinais que finjo não entender.&lt;br /&gt;Loucas são as noites, que passo sem dormir,&lt;br /&gt;loucas são as noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bares estão fechados&lt;br /&gt;já não há onde beber,&lt;br /&gt;este silêncio escuro&lt;br /&gt;não me deixa adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;Loucas são as noites,&lt;br /&gt;que passo sem dormir,&lt;br /&gt;loucas são as noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há saudade sem regresso,&lt;br /&gt;não há noites sem madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;Ouço ao longe as guitarras,&lt;br /&gt;nas quais vou partir,&lt;br /&gt;na neve eu construo a minha estrada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-479267352566526237?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/479267352566526237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=479267352566526237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/479267352566526237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/479267352566526237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/pedro-abrunhosa-ii.html' title='Pedro Abrunhosa II'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SKBTROj4u_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/YN9WZjHBuy8/s72-c/pedro_abrunhosa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-7624973828446466663</id><published>2008-08-05T16:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:58:06.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love???</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with the world mama?&lt;br /&gt;People living like aint got no mamas&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama&lt;br /&gt;Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma&lt;br /&gt;Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism&lt;br /&gt;But we still got terrorists here livinIn the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race&lt;br /&gt;Then you only leave space to discriminate&lt;br /&gt;And to discriminate only generates hate&lt;br /&gt;And if you hatin you're bound to get irate&lt;br /&gt;Yeah madness is what you demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly how anger works and operates&lt;br /&gt;You gotta have love just to set it straight&lt;br /&gt;Take control of your mind and meditate&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all&lt;br /&gt;People killing people dying&lt;br /&gt;Children hurtin you hear them crying&lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;Would you turn the other cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Father Father Father help us Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;Cause people got me got me questioning&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't the same all ways have changed&lt;br /&gt;New days are strange is the world the insane?&lt;br /&gt;If love and peace so strong&lt;br /&gt;Why are there pieces of love that don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Nations dropping bombsChemical gases filling lungs of little ones&lt;br /&gt;With ongoing suffering&lt;br /&gt;As the youth die young&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself is the loving really strong?&lt;br /&gt;So I can ask myself really what is going wrong&lt;br /&gt;With this world that we living in People keep on giving inMakin wrong decisions&lt;br /&gt;Only visions of them livin andNot respecting each otherDeny thy brother&lt;br /&gt;The wars' going on but the reasons' undercover&lt;br /&gt;The truth is kept secretSwept under the rugIf you never know truth&lt;br /&gt;Then you never know love Where's the love y'all?(I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know)Where's the love y'all?&lt;br /&gt;People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying&lt;br /&gt;Can practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Father father father help us Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;Cause people got me got me questioning&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;As I'm getting older y'all people get colder&lt;br /&gt;Most of us only care about money makinSelfishness got us followin the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;Wrong information always shown by the media&lt;br /&gt;Negative images is the main criteriaInfecting their young minds faster than bacteria&lt;br /&gt;Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the values of humanity&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the fairness and equality&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spreading love, we're spreading anomosity&lt;br /&gt;Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling underThat's the reason why sometimes&lt;br /&gt; I'm feeling downIt's no wonder why sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling underI gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found&lt;br /&gt;People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying&lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Father Father Father help us Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;Cause people got me got me questioning&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora IVan Lins...&lt;br /&gt;De uma novela Sonho Meu, Sonho Meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieste na hora exata&lt;br /&gt;Com ares de festa e luas de prata&lt;br /&gt;Vieste com encantos, vieste&lt;br /&gt;Com beijos silvestres colhidos prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vieste com a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Com as mãos camponesas plantadas em mim&lt;br /&gt;Vieste com a cara e a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Com malas, viagens, prá dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Vieste a hora e a tempo&lt;br /&gt;Soltando meus barcos e velas ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Vieste me dando alento&lt;br /&gt;Me olhando por dentro, velando por mim&lt;br /&gt;Vieste de olhos fechados num dia marcado&lt;br /&gt;Sagrado prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vieste com a cara e a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Com malas, viagens, prá dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é para quem quer, é para quem pode!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8842114070553441255</id><published>2008-08-04T15:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:00:50.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhó Preservativo...</title><content type='html'>Li isto e não resisti, que me perdoem os mais retrógados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Nike: Just do it...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Pepsi: Ask for more...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Pringles: Quando fazes pop, ja nao ha stop...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos M&amp;amp;M's: Desfazem-se na tua boca, na tua mao...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Duracell: E duram e duram e duram...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Evax: Nao se mexe, nao se nota, nao passa nada...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Red Bull: Dao-te asaaaaassss...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Pescanova: O bom sai bem...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Sagres: A nossa seleccao...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Superbock: Sabor autentico...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos McDonald's: Oferta 2 x 500...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Nokia: Connecting people...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Loreal: Porque eu mereco...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Samsung: Everyone is invited...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Carlsberg: Provavelmente, o melhor preservativo do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Ferrero Rocher: Apetece-me algo...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Dove: Com 1/4 de creme hidratante...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos BIC: Bic laranja ponta fina, Bic cristal ponta normal...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Kodak: Para mais tarde recordar...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Pingo Doce: No sitio do costume...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Paginas Amarelas: Va' pelos seus dedos...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Chiclete Ice: Um estalo de prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Halls: Ainda fresco...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Luso: Tao natural como a sua sede...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Michelin: Kms de estrada...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos TMN: Mais perto do que e' importante...&lt;br /&gt;Preservativos Vodafone: Onde voce estiver, esta' bem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8842114070553441255?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8842114070553441255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8842114070553441255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8842114070553441255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8842114070553441255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/olh-preservativo.html' title='Olhó Preservativo...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-7370337297259557624</id><published>2008-07-30T20:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:12.062Z</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SJDBOYAR8jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zLJNpWM4PKQ/s1600-h/danielasea_det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228891620083102258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SJDBOYAR8jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zLJNpWM4PKQ/s400/danielasea_det.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só mais uma série que acompanho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não quero saber quem é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sei que é linda (o) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se for mulher é boa e linda e se for homem também é lindo e bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atenção: isto é o futuro, andrógenos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniela Sea (lésbica assumida na série The L Word e também na vida real)&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/7569369357977862657-7370337297259557624?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7370337297259557624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=7370337297259557624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7370337297259557624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/7370337297259557624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SJDBOYAR8jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zLJNpWM4PKQ/s72-c/danielasea_det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-6427392092244887886</id><published>2008-07-29T23:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:12.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Vela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SI-dopF9X_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/pe34HPRYVZg/s1600-h/nWPopT264398-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228571013951610866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SI-dopF9X_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/pe34HPRYVZg/s400/nWPopT264398-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ora aqui estáum desporto que eu não conhecia quase nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vela é o nome dado ao desporto de competição envolvendo barcos movidos unicamente às custas do vento. As competições da vela envolvem os mais diferentes tipos de embarcações, separadas em categorias apropriadas, conhecidas como classes.&lt;br /&gt;As competições da vela são formadas por uma série de regatas, que são as corridas. Em cada regata o barco soma determinado números de pontos de acordo com sua posição de chegada. Vence a competição aquele que somar o menor número de pontos ao final da série de regatas. A vela é um desporto olímpico desde 1900.&lt;br /&gt;A vela também é um modo de vida, um lazer, um hobbie. Um exemplo disso é a vela de cruzeiro, podendo o velejador morar ou não a bordo.&lt;br /&gt;Andei a ver regatas, é o que dá morar no meio do oceano!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interessante não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-6427392092244887886?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6427392092244887886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=6427392092244887886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6427392092244887886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/6427392092244887886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/vela.html' title='Vela'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SI-dopF9X_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/pe34HPRYVZg/s72-c/nWPopT264398-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8574280241885342440</id><published>2008-07-26T15:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:12.440Z</updated><title type='text'>João Pedro Pais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SIsw6ZUUArI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6qtLqeO0B3A/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227325572280222386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SIsw6ZUUArI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6qtLqeO0B3A/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo quando se ama alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a vida nos contém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando dormes a meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando fico acordado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vendo-te dormir&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acende um cigarro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentada a meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toca-me assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Envergonhado estou-me a sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso estar farto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas fico por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por-me em cima de um altar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem diga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sou a sorte e o azar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando louco, tão louco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;louco por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fico louco, tão louco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fora de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não dizes nada se não estou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficas calada se me vou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu não sabes nada de nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pouco te importa a quem me dou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca lutaste por quem eu sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estava certo e tu errada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando te toco pela ultima vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o trem arranca depois das três&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hora, já estava marcada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto foi um pouco do que eu tive ontem em PDL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E claro o meu hobbie e ainda um pouco de jazz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos concertos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-8574280241885342440?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8574280241885342440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8574280241885342440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8574280241885342440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8574280241885342440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/joo-pedro-pais.html' title='João Pedro Pais'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SIsw6ZUUArI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6qtLqeO0B3A/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8603336248755444501</id><published>2008-07-21T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:12.657Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei que vou te amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SISjjwWn0tI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fNfMbXB1vp0/s1600-h/050411-03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225481302327153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SISjjwWn0tI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fNfMbXB1vp0/s200/050411-03a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada despedida eu vou te amar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desesperadamente eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cada verso meu será&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra te dizer que eu sei que vou te amar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por toda a minha vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que vou chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas cada volta tua há de apagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que essa tua ausência me causou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que vou sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A eterna desventura de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;À espera de viver ao lado teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por toda a minha vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada despedida eu vou te amar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desesperadamente eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cada verso meu será&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra te dizer que eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Por toda a minha vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que vou chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas cada volta tua há de apagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que essa tua ausência me causou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que vou sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A eterna desventura de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;À espera de viver ao lado teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por toda a minha vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan Lins em PDL, show de bola!!!&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/7569369357977862657-8603336248755444501?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8603336248755444501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8603336248755444501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8603336248755444501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8603336248755444501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-sei-que-vou-te-amar.html' title='Eu sei que vou te amar...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SISjjwWn0tI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fNfMbXB1vp0/s72-c/050411-03a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-497171826725043765</id><published>2008-07-03T01:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:37:41.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lidar...</title><content type='html'>Temos que lidar com tantas coisas na vida, e muitas delas ao mesmo tempo, nem sei como fazemos, nem se conseguimos, eu acho por vezes que me afogo, só espero não levar ninguém comigo atrás, quero fazer bem a todos e vejo e tento que mesmo que o não me façam a mim, eu quero fazer aos outros... talvez não da maneira mais acertada ou mesmo a mais correcta, mas o meu sonho era mesmo que todos fossemos felizes ao mesmo tempo, eu sei é uma utopia, mas não custa nada sonhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-497171826725043765?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/497171826725043765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=497171826725043765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/497171826725043765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/497171826725043765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/lidar.html' title='Lidar...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-2158201063924382481</id><published>2008-07-01T00:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:34:42.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Motas...</title><content type='html'>Bem para começar é importante dizer que eu nem sempre fui fã de motas, mas com um mano mais velho que teve uma Honda XR600 em casa e uma Africa Twin é dificil, não ficar fã, aquele barulho do motor... ui, só ouvindo mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho é menor, primeiro é conseguir tirar a carta de mota...&lt;br /&gt;Depois é ter uma pequena em segunda mão para fazer umas "canadas" = rali, aqui pelo ilhéu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ter liberdade é a palavra de ordem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="94" alt="" src="http://www.mcjournalen.no/Yamaha05/ya%20dt125r%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talvez uma 50 não uma 125 mais para prevenir!!! Velhos os sonhos das crianças!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-2158201063924382481?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2158201063924382481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=2158201063924382481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2158201063924382481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/2158201063924382481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/motas.html' title='Motas...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</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-7569369357977862657.post-9081917777688509796</id><published>2008-06-24T21:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:12.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Verão 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SGFeqGzE3nI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PFJXDVn9msE/s1600-h/ACF_4290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215553920944103026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SGFeqGzE3nI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PFJXDVn9msE/s320/ACF_4290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SGFeYmoVGpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/KNb_k6HiOPo/s1600-h/HUcGZF769146-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215553620251318930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SGFeYmoVGpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/KNb_k6HiOPo/s320/HUcGZF769146-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha eu a curtir o som, na festa branca do Welcome summer 2008 no Clube Naval de Ponta Delgada!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ano passado, pensei que o verão fosse uma seca e nãofoi nada, depois quero ver como vai ser este uma vez que humidade é o que não falta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-9081917777688509796?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9081917777688509796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=9081917777688509796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/9081917777688509796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/9081917777688509796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/vero-2008.html' title='Verão 2008'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SGFeqGzE3nI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PFJXDVn9msE/s72-c/ACF_4290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3964530214083895159</id><published>2008-06-22T18:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:13.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Força Aérea Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SF6N57CyxvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/q7bSiqGMJ1g/s1600-h/0,,14505034,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214761444783081202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SF6N57CyxvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/q7bSiqGMJ1g/s320/0,,14505034,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma primeira para mim nos Açores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nem a morar com a base aérea n 11 a 5km d casa, nunca tinha visto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei... quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3964530214083895159?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3964530214083895159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3964530214083895159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3964530214083895159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3964530214083895159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/fora-area-show.html' title='Força Aérea Show'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SF6N57CyxvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/q7bSiqGMJ1g/s72-c/0,,14505034,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-3634621526687433500</id><published>2008-06-10T14:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:13.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Ilha de Santa Maria - A Ilha Mãe</title><content type='html'>Feliz dia de Portugal!!!&lt;br /&gt;Escrevendo sobre um cantinho português, que perdido no Atlântico tem muita vida...&lt;br /&gt;Estranho ter chegado nesta ilha que é a terceira mais pequena dos Açores e ter me sentido em casa, vários motivos contribuiram para isso... é a ilha do sol, a ilha amarela, existem pastagens secas como no Alentejo!!! A vida da Vila do Porto também é muito caracteristica, todos se conhecem e se ajudam...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui senti-me mais nos Açores... e são só 4h30m de barco...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a praia paradisiaca, a praia formosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SE5-oQJC2gI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ONCzlQXkg4I/s1600-h/smaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210241048907012610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SE5-oQJC2gI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ONCzlQXkg4I/s320/smaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SE5-j1P_pdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ysoq8QYbWUI/s1600-h/CasaTipicaSMaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210240972968928722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SE5-j1P_pdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ysoq8QYbWUI/s320/CasaTipicaSMaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As casas tipicas, não são parecidas aos montes alentejanos, pois é nós fomos dos primeiros a povoar a ilha de Sta. Maria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SE5-eBq2dSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qk49AV30Ce4/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210240873223583010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SE5-eBq2dSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qk49AV30Ce4/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baía de São Lourenço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569369357977862657-3634621526687433500?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3634621526687433500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=3634621526687433500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3634621526687433500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/3634621526687433500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/ilha-de-santa-maria-ilha-me.html' title='Ilha de Santa Maria - A Ilha Mãe'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SE5-oQJC2gI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ONCzlQXkg4I/s72-c/smaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569369357977862657.post-8108687483836135838</id><published>2008-06-03T19:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:13.803Z</updated><title type='text'>RockinRio 3 Eu fui... e ao 1º também</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SEWOzaPBylI/AAAAAAAAAVM/sQCOebr44gM/s1600-h/bon_jovi_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207725557990672978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SEWOzaPBylI/AAAAAAAAAVM/sQCOebr44gM/s320/bon_jovi_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bon Jovi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que dizer até agora foi o concerto da minha ainda curta vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui ao RockinRio 1 e agora de novo, porque era muito para um dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207726343313516482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SEWPhHylZ8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xtudpDrcvIc/s320/alejandro-sanz.jpg" border="0" /&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/7569369357977862657-8108687483836135838?l=lena-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8108687483836135838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7569369357977862657&amp;postID=8108687483836135838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8108687483836135838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7569369357977862657/posts/default/8108687483836135838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lena-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/rockinrio-3-eu-fui-e-ao-1-tambm.html' title='RockinRio 3 Eu fui... e ao 1º também'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16901548276616067219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7dQmzpA5h8/SEWOzaPBylI/AAAAAAAAAVM/sQCOebr44gM/s72-c/bon_jovi_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
