<?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-18533365</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:13:05.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A_Rua_Da_Acidentada</title><subtitle type='html'>_______________________________________________________

    






________________________________________________________</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-6088414219881852602</id><published>2007-03-24T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:39:42.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Siguishoara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVT7-trGkI/AAAAAAAAADE/nnj-4PU7G4M/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045531247450462786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVT7-trGkI/AAAAAAAAADE/nnj-4PU7G4M/s200/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVTXOtrGjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eL9n0zXbM7g/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045530616090270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVTXOtrGjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eL9n0zXbM7g/s200/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVStetrGiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G6KDa5BHDco/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045529898830731810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVStetrGiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G6KDa5BHDco/s200/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVSHOtrGhI/AAAAAAAAACs/ixJF_Ruk-7I/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045529241700735506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVSHOtrGhI/AAAAAAAAACs/ixJF_Ruk-7I/s200/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVRUutrGgI/AAAAAAAAACk/pz5UddfJ_9s/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045528374117341698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVRUutrGgI/AAAAAAAAACk/pz5UddfJ_9s/s200/IMG_0646.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVQt-trGfI/AAAAAAAAACc/r7KBIbCumZg/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045527708397410802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVQt-trGfI/AAAAAAAAACc/r7KBIbCumZg/s200/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/18533365-6088414219881852602?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6088414219881852602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=6088414219881852602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/6088414219881852602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/6088414219881852602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/03/siguishoara.html' title='Siguishoara'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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/_YQrTZCjejGc/RgVT7-trGkI/AAAAAAAAADE/nnj-4PU7G4M/s72-c/IMG_0672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-1081387824885889799</id><published>2007-03-10T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:25:25.159Z</updated><title type='text'>E ainda em Bistrita</title><content type='html'>Sku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040267533385109554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKgnfxakDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qKV_4vGVilc/s200/IMG_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacuzzi, piscina aquecida, sauna e massagens 24h :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040268375198699586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKhYfxakEI/AAAAAAAAACE/oJcnztsxK_I/s200/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E o descanso dos guerreiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040269285731766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKiNfxakFI/AAAAAAAAACM/x48z9mJKkeE/s200/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040270449667903586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKjRPxakGI/AAAAAAAAACU/sKsYP7bzDkI/s200/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roam-se um bocadinho e apareçam cá pela Roménia :)&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/18533365-1081387824885889799?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1081387824885889799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=1081387824885889799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/1081387824885889799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/1081387824885889799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-ainda-em-bistrita.html' title='E ainda em Bistrita'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKgnfxakDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qKV_4vGVilc/s72-c/IMG_0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-7769473895856598766</id><published>2007-03-10T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:09:15.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Bistrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mais uma viagem memorável para mim e para vos fazer inveja a vocês :)&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegamos no principio da tarde a esta bela estalagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040258823191433186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKYsfxaj-I/AAAAAAAAABU/vPshn8sugYY/s200/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A magnifica vista do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040260751631749106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKacvxaj_I/AAAAAAAAABc/nRV24IedsDg/s200/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a tarde passeios na floresta com a malta e ainda vimos uns animaizinhos selvagens que la andavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040262503978405890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKcCvxakAI/AAAAAAAAABk/6M5tv-dgy94/s200/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040263599195066386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKdCfxakBI/AAAAAAAAABs/GyDYCaRxP0o/s200/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040265175448064034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKeePxakCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y67777M0UE4/s200/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/18533365-7769473895856598766?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7769473895856598766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=7769473895856598766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/7769473895856598766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/7769473895856598766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/03/bistrita.html' title='Bistrita'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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/_YQrTZCjejGc/RfKYsfxaj-I/AAAAAAAAABU/vPshn8sugYY/s72-c/IMG_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-7625372986391450696</id><published>2007-02-15T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:50:21.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Romanian Cooking lesson</title><content type='html'>E numa bela tarde aprende-se a fazer umas especialidades aqui da região. Esparregado de beringela com feijoada e carne de porco salteada. Um mimo!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As meninas a prepararem as beringelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031734473327894866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdRP2B7L4VI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xJqP0iQuzxs/s200/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os meninos a prepararem a carne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031735353796190562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdRQpR7L4WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Eo6eJM7toMM/s200/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A minha mayonese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031736028106056050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdRRQh7L4XI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HCEFAchLBNA/s200/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A feijoada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031737179157291394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdRSTh7L4YI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L3P4UQcnw5Y/s200/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O petisco final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031740838469427602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdRVoh7L4ZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9HUEfKecocs/s200/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18533365-7625372986391450696?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7625372986391450696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=7625372986391450696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/7625372986391450696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/7625372986391450696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/02/romanian-cooking-lesson.html' title='Romanian Cooking lesson'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdRP2B7L4VI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xJqP0iQuzxs/s72-c/IMG_0483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-7518781009375059839</id><published>2007-02-14T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:28:34.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdMOOh7L4UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhlG9eGxm_w/s1600-h/Blowingkisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031380851490545986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdMOOh7L4UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhlG9eGxm_w/s400/Blowingkisses.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/18533365-7518781009375059839?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7518781009375059839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=7518781009375059839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/7518781009375059839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/7518781009375059839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/02/blowing-kisses.html' title='Blowing Kisses'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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/_YQrTZCjejGc/RdMOOh7L4UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhlG9eGxm_w/s72-c/Blowingkisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-117137837440064652</id><published>2007-02-13T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:52:54.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Turda</title><content type='html'>Mais uma viagenzinha à custa do curso de romeno :)&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez foi a Turda, à maior e mais antiga mina de sal existente e que foi totalmente escavada manualmente, sem o uso de instrumentos mecanizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A entrada da mina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/320/341234/IMG_0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O túnel de 1 km...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/320/216781/IMG_0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A turma....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/320/205223/IMG_0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desculpem por não ter fotos da mina em si, mas é que sairam muito escuras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-117137837440064652?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/117137837440064652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=117137837440064652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/117137837440064652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/117137837440064652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/02/turda.html' title='Turda'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-117069955919259277</id><published>2007-02-05T17:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:19:19.293Z</updated><title type='text'>A Matança do Porco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/1600/796233/IMG_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/320/846874/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois é, por terras romenas também existe a tradição da matança do porco. Eu e um grupo de colegas que frequenta o curso de Geografia da Universidade Babes-Bolyai, fomos convidados pelo nosso coordenador de curso a tomar parte numa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo muito bem, aceitamos o convite com muita satisfaçao e ansiedade, mas mal sabiamos onde iamos parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Partimos de Cluj às 8h da manha para uma terrinha no meio de nada, que nem sei bem o nome..passadas 1 hora a andar no meio de nenhures e coisa alguma, la chegamos ao nosso destino. Mas parece que chegamos atrasados, o porco ja tava morto! (não é que o intuito fosse de ver o porco realmente a morrer, mas perder a "acção" também me chateia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fomos muito bem recebidos pelo nosso professor (Vasile Surd), que a primeira coisa que nos ofereceu para o pequeno-almoço, foi um belo prato de pão com meia cebola crua e um pedaço de banha congelada. Hummmm o pequeno-almoço perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A banha, essa tivemos que a aquecer numa fogueira previamente acendida pelo Surd e mantida por nós, porque os 5 graus negativos não aqueciam ninguém.Posteriormente, no corte do porco, o professor teve a amabilidade de nos oferecer um pedaço de orelha (igualmente crua)!!! Lá tivemos que comer para não parecermos ingratos,... ai os bons costumes portugueses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chegando à parte do almoço, diga-se de passagem, um pouco esfaimados, esperavamos uns rojões à maneira. Pois, só esperança mesmo, porque a realidade do prato servido era outra. Foi-nos servido uma nhanha de milho qualquer com uma carne esfrangalhada banhada em mais banha!!!! Mais uma vez tivemos que deixar o prato limpo para não parecer mal... Mas ja faltava a &lt;em&gt;piéce de resistance, &lt;/em&gt;o cérebro do porco para sobremesa,... e porque não?? Desta bela iguaria não tive o prazer de degustar (ainda bem, acho que ja não tinha estômago para mais, nem mais sorrisos amarelos para oferecer!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi um dia em pleno!! Venham mais experiências!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-117069955919259277?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/117069955919259277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=117069955919259277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/117069955919259277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/117069955919259277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/02/matana-do-porco.html' title='A Matança do Porco'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-117000352150357031</id><published>2007-01-28T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:58:41.520Z</updated><title type='text'>As Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tenho andado com muito tempo nem vontade pa escrever, por isso, e passado uma semana da minha chegada à Roménia é que estou preparada para iniciar o "Diário Erasmus", que apesar do nome, nao o vai ser (diário) :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como se começa sempre pelo principio, começarei pela viagem para cá. Foi atribulada, é só o que posso dizer, ou melhor turbulenta! De Palma de Mallorca para Nuremberga, a turbulência era tanta nos 30min antecedentes à aterragem uma velhota nao parava, literalmente, de guinchar, inconsciente do "perigo", a menina aqui, só se ria da velha. Após a aterragem lá ficou, mais uma vez, a velha a bater palmas após toda a gente ter terminado e  a benzer-se. Tudo muito mais ou menos ("acháchá", em romeno, embora nao seja assim que se escreva, mas soa assim) até aqui. No aeroporto o caso mudou de figura, passei a noite em claro e sem poder utilizar a casa de banho porque o acesso a esta implicava descer umas escadas e eu nao tava pa levar os meus malões atras de mim e nao me podia afastar 10 metros delas porque alguem pelo altifalante do aeroporto tinha a "bondade" de me avisar: "please, for security matters, don´t leave your baggage not atended."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chegando a Roménia, na primeira noite, fui a um restaurante e pedi pui=frango e o que me veio parar à mesa?? Figados de frango com polpa de tomate!!! hummmmmm era mesmo aquilo que eu tava à espera :). Ahhh!! Aqui os menus veem com as gramas de comida a que temos direito e pede-se separadamente o prato principal, tipo frango, vaca..do resto da comida, ou seja, o arroz batatas, massa ou vegetais vem à parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seguidamente, fomos a um bar, porque aqui tudo começa cedo. Tudo muito bem até à altura de ir embora, onde aí eu descobri que me roubaram 200 lei=30euros, do mal o menos porque até tinha no meu saco a minha maquina fotografica digital, o meu telemovel e todos os documentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sem mais aventuras para já...La revedera! (Adeus!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-117000352150357031?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/117000352150357031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=117000352150357031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/117000352150357031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/117000352150357031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-histrias.html' title='As Histórias'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-116912313407272980</id><published>2007-01-18T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:25:34.086Z</updated><title type='text'>TO ERASMUS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/1600/130085/romenia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/400/907903/romenia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A carga pronta e metida nos contentores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Adeus aos meus amores que me vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra outro mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;É uma escolha que se faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;O passado foi lá atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(excerto de Xutos e Pontapés: Contentores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-116912313407272980?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/116912313407272980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=116912313407272980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116912313407272980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116912313407272980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-erasmus.html' title='TO ERASMUS!!!!!!'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-116905205254034711</id><published>2007-01-17T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:40:52.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/1600/967699/uno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/400/173560/title2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-116830375959191918?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/116830375959191918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=116830375959191918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116830375959191918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116830375959191918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-116752610924864335</id><published>2006-12-31T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:48:29.263Z</updated><title type='text'>:p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/1600/567019/thumb-happynewyearsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/320/491235/image0045%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;olhem quem me desceu pela chaminé... ihihih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o que me esperará o Reveillon??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-116723570583978235?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/116723570583978235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=116723570583978235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116723570583978235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116723570583978235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/12/visita.html' title='Visita'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-116448585639969537</id><published>2006-11-25T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:17:36.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Mau Tempo no Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/1600/569335/4220839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1816/400/287752/4220839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-116448585639969537?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/116448585639969537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=116448585639969537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116448585639969537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116448585639969537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/11/mau-tempo-no-blog.html' title='Mau Tempo no Blog'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-116259654300049605</id><published>2006-11-03T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:29:03.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O medo de sofrer é maior que o sofrimento."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cristiana Freire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-116259654300049605?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/116259654300049605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=116259654300049605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116259654300049605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116259654300049605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-medo-de-sofrer-maior-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-116023396309027798</id><published>2006-10-07T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:12:43.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/crash_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/crash_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Há um ano, a 5 de Outubro, foi assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-116023396309027798?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/116023396309027798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=116023396309027798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116023396309027798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/116023396309027798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/10/crash.html' title='The Crash'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115906104252767137</id><published>2006-09-24T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:24:02.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/991095_25ardy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/991095_25ardy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Caloirinhos, os proximos meses serão assim ehehe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115906104252767137?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115906104252767137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115906104252767137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115906104252767137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115906104252767137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/09/aviso.html' title='Aviso'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115793014726877902</id><published>2006-09-11T00:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:15:47.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apática</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115793014726877902?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115793014726877902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115793014726877902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115793014726877902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115793014726877902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/09/aptica.html' title='Apática'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115697878882120860</id><published>2006-08-30T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:59:48.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamps or Tramps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Kim%20Basinger%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/Kim%20Basinger%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eis a nova rubrica para opinarem aqui na rua :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115697878882120860?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115697878882120860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115697878882120860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115697878882120860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115697878882120860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/08/vamps-or-tramps.html' title='Vamps or Tramps?'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115634075044162308</id><published>2006-08-23T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:45:50.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soube-me a Tanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Coimbra.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/Coimbra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coimbra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115634075044162308?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115634075044162308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115634075044162308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115634075044162308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115634075044162308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/08/soube-me-tanto.html' title='Soube-me a Tanto'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115575367993445689</id><published>2006-08-16T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:41:19.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão ' 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foste a razão da viagem de umas férias para fugir&lt;br /&gt;Foste a razão da viagem de umas férias para fugir&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te na paragem, no descer e no subir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei o teu nome a toda a gente e a todos te quis chamar&lt;br /&gt;Dei o teu nome a toda a gente e a todos te quis chamar&lt;br /&gt;Dei a tua voz ao vento e ao movimento o teu andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste a frescura da minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Andei contigo na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Foste a frescura da minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Andei contigo na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Pintei a boca de rosa e verde&lt;br /&gt;Foste o gelado do meu verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste a sombra do momento, tentação a experimentar&lt;br /&gt;Foste a sombra do momento, tentação a experimentar&lt;br /&gt;Foste a luz do salvamento do regresso ao meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste em todas as formas um país que eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste em todas as formas um país que eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Velho sonho dos meus olhos e eu só te vi a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste a frescura da minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Andei contigo na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Foste a frescura da minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Andei contigo na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Pintei a boca de rosa e verde&lt;br /&gt;Foste o gelado do meu verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo foi minha toalha, foste o Sol da minha cor&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo foi minha toalha, foste o Sol da minha cor&lt;br /&gt;Foste o mar da minha praia, tu foste o meu bronzeador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste a frescura da minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Andei contigo na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Foste a frescura da minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Andei contigo na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Pintei a boca de rosa e verde&lt;br /&gt;Foste o gelado do meu verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Humanos - Gelado de Verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O ano passado foi assim. Quanto a este verão, para o ano eu conto-vos! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115575367993445689?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115575367993445689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115575367993445689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115575367993445689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115575367993445689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/08/vero-05.html' title='Verão &apos; 05'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115437946833318495</id><published>2006-07-31T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:57:48.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer Coisinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/foto_sudoeste2006_27.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/foto_sudoeste2006_27.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Estou a Sudoeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115437946833318495?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115437946833318495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115437946833318495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115437946833318495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115437946833318495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/07/qualquer-coisinha.html' title='Qualquer Coisinha'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115377894932989785</id><published>2006-07-24T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:09:09.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/justingrant4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/justingrant4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;....onde não havia nada para decidir, nada que esperar, tudo para viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115377894932989785?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115377894932989785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115377894932989785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115377894932989785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115377894932989785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-were-days.html' title='Those Were The Days'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115279180055572103</id><published>2006-07-13T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:56:40.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Monica%20Bellucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Monica%20Bellucci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Monica Bellucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para o meu &lt;a href="http://larguesa.blogspot.com"&gt;maninho&lt;/a&gt; mostarda. Não queres que embrulhe pois não? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115279180055572103?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115279180055572103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115279180055572103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115279180055572103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115279180055572103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/07/parabns.html' title='Parabéns!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115221935338376574</id><published>2006-07-06T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:55:53.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Predicting a Riot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/akjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/akjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115221935338376574?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115221935338376574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115221935338376574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115221935338376574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115221935338376574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/07/predicting-riot.html' title='Predicting a Riot'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115172168688245558</id><published>2006-07-01T03:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:41:26.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Void (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/ed_freeman_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/ed_freeman_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115172168688245558?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115172168688245558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115172168688245558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115172168688245558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115172168688245558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-void-2.html' title='In the Void (2)'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115144935160719164</id><published>2006-06-27T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:02:31.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Days (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Today%20is%20a%20Valsa%20Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Today%20is%20a%20Valsa%20Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Today was a Valsa day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115144935160719164?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115144935160719164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115144935160719164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115144935160719164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115144935160719164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/06/dancing-days-3.html' title='Dancing Days (3)'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115108438037805958</id><published>2006-06-23T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:39:40.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/RudigerLinden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/RudigerLinden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115108438037805958?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115108438037805958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115108438037805958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115108438037805958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115108438037805958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/06/im.html' title='I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115060145009057296</id><published>2006-06-18T03:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:30:50.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Ele, Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Numa meia-noite agreste, quando eu lia, lento e triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vagos, curiosos tomos de ciências ancestrais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E já quase adormecia, ouvi o que parecia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O som de algúem que batia levemente a meus umbrais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Uma visita", eu me disse, "está batendo a meus umbrais.&lt;br /&gt;É só isto, e nada mais." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, que bem disso me lembro! Era no frio dezembro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o fogo, morrendo negro, urdia sombras desiguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como eu qu'ria a madrugada, toda a noite aos livros dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P'ra esquecer (em vão!) a amada, hoje entre hostes celestiais -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa cujo nome sabem as hostes celestiais,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem nome aqui jamais! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerto de "o Corvo" - Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115060145009057296?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115060145009057296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115060145009057296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115060145009057296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115060145009057296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/06/como-ele-eu.html' title='Como Ele, Eu'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-115030553718763056</id><published>2006-06-14T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:18:57.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/PlanetXMoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/PlanetXMoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-115030553718763056?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/115030553718763056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=115030553718763056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115030553718763056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/115030553718763056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/06/perdi-me.html' title='Perdi-me'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114989174911190838</id><published>2006-06-09T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:22:29.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/a5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/a5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; ...mortinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114989174911190838?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114989174911190838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114989174911190838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114989174911190838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114989174911190838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/06/ando.html' title='Ando...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114875518716837728</id><published>2006-05-27T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:39:47.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/WomenStudio_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/WomenStudio_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dificult times are comming ahed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114875518716837728?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114875518716837728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114875518716837728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114875518716837728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114875518716837728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/05/dificult-times-are-comming-ahed.html' title=''/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114864197995498006</id><published>2006-05-26T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:12:59.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/imagem16rz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/imagem16rz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque há armários que nos  surpreendem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Recentemente descobri que há o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://corrompido.blogspot.com/2006/05/dia-mundial-de-ti.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Dia Mundial de Mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://corrompido.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obrigada :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114864197995498006?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114864197995498006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114864197995498006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114864197995498006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114864197995498006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/05/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114850943072899652</id><published>2006-05-24T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:23:50.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, Soube-me a Pouco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Georg%20Suturin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Georg%20Suturin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114850943072899652?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114850943072899652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114850943072899652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114850943072899652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114850943072899652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoje-soube-me-pouco.html' title='Hoje, Soube-me a Pouco'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114799198225365313</id><published>2006-05-18T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:39:42.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anúncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Este vai-se tornando um fotoblog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não por não ter nada para escrever, mas por ter muito para mostrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E como ver também é ler, ler as imagens, interpretá-las, senti-las...eu prefiro assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114799198225365313?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114799198225365313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114799198225365313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114799198225365313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114799198225365313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/05/anncio.html' title='Anúncio'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114763223178631554</id><published>2006-05-14T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:43:51.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Yuri%20Bonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Yuri%20Bonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Fresquinha e renovada!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114763223178631554?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114763223178631554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114763223178631554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114763223178631554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114763223178631554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/05/voltei.html' title='Voltei!!!'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114537217129668582</id><published>2006-04-18T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:56:11.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Minush%20Kraniqi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Minush%20Kraniqi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; i'll be like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 weeks out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114537217129668582?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114537217129668582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114537217129668582&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114537217129668582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114537217129668582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/04/till-i-come.html' title='Till I Come'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114521631974910265</id><published>2006-04-16T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:38:39.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah! Já Agora Boa Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Redemption-OuroFN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Redemption-OuroFN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114521631974910265?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114521631974910265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114521631974910265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114521631974910265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114521631974910265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/04/ah-j-agora-boa-pscoa.html' title='Ah! Já Agora Boa Páscoa'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114521515576658678</id><published>2006-04-16T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:19:15.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Adoro%20Chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Adoro%20Chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... e é Páscoa e tudo... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114521515576658678?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114521515576658678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114521515576658678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114521515576658678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114521515576658678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/04/adoro-chocolate.html' title='Adoro Chocolate'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114486481419683783</id><published>2006-04-12T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:00:14.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa das minhas várias pesquisas pela net, encontrei este estudo feito por John Allen Lee, psicólogo canadiano. Lee propõe um sistema pensado para clarificar os estilos que cada um de nós tem de amar. Precursor de outras reflexões sobre o tema, inovador na forma como o teorizou, Lee baseia-se em três estilos principais de amar – &lt;strong&gt;Eros&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ludus&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Storge&lt;/strong&gt; – partindo depois para três estilos menores que não são mais do que combinações entre eles, resultando em &lt;strong&gt;Agape&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pragma&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Mania&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo, pois, a explicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eros&lt;/strong&gt; – a paixão romântica; envolve uma forte atracção física e desejo sexual; poder-se-á relacionar com o «amor à primeira vista»; é um sentimento intenso, irracional, que acontece de repente e que pode terminar de modo abrupto; não importam as consequências, pois o importante é ser-se correspondido; o compromisso e a intimidade são valorizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ludus&lt;/strong&gt; – O amor é uma brincadeira que, as mais das vezes se reduz a uma noite; jogador por excelência, para o típico ludus há que conquistar, é esse o seu desafio; avesso a compromissos, pode cultivar várias relações ao mesmo tempo; separa perfeitamente sexo de amor e, mesmo durante uma relação duradoura, procura encontros fugazes; ênfase na sedução e na ideia de liberdade sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storge&lt;/strong&gt; - O amor-amizade; neste estilo de amar é valorizada a confiança mútua, o projecto de vida em comum; é um romance que começa de forma gradual sendo que os intervenientes saibam muito bem identificar o seu início; mais do que a atracção física, é relevante a tranquilidade e a afectuosidade; descreve um relaciomanento estável e comprometido, sem paixão, entre duas pessoas que gostam muito uma da outra, que partilham valores, interesses e objectivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agape&lt;/strong&gt; (= Eros+Storge) – Do grego altruísmo, generosidade, a dedicação ao outro vem antes do seu próprio interesse; é um investimento total numa relação, mesmo sem se ser correspondido; é viver em função da felicidade do outro o que, num limite, pode implicar a renúncia ao parceiro na convicção de que este será mais feliz ao lado de outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pragma&lt;/strong&gt; (= Ludus+Storge) - tal como numa lista de compras, é preciso determinar com precisão de os requisitos procurados no outro estão preenchidos, se vale a pena investir na relação ou não; o lado prático do indivíduo condiciona o seu envolvimento no romance, pois trata-se de um puro cálculo de ganhos versus perdas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mania&lt;/strong&gt; (= Eros+Ludus) – Amor-obsessão; nunca se é amado pelo outro o suficiente, pelo que são exigidas provas de amor constantes e inesgotáveis; pânico do abandono; relacionamento que oscila entre o «estar nas nuvens» e «no fundo do poço»; relação caracterizada por ciúme desmesurado e possessividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qual é o vosso estado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114486481419683783?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114486481419683783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114486481419683783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114486481419683783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114486481419683783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/04/amores.html' title='Amores...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114453118448201415</id><published>2006-04-08T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:19:44.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/vazio.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/vazio.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Come and join me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114453118448201415?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114453118448201415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114453118448201415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114453118448201415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114453118448201415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-void.html' title='In the Void'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114399421000658862</id><published>2006-04-02T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:10:10.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novos Desportos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa notícia avançada ontem pela agência de informação desportiva do Burundi "Correkeu ját Apanho", fiquei a saber que o desporto Maplizapping passou a fazer parte do grupo de modalidades desportivas que participam nos Jogos Olímparados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com a curiosidade aguçada para todo um novo mundo desportivo que desperta na sociedade actual, fui tentar saber um pouco mais sobre este desporto de elite. Após atenta e apurada investigação, estou pronta para vos revelar a verdadeira essência do Maplizapping .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Maplizapping consiste na difícil arte de, a partir de um sofá, fazer rápidas mudanças de canal televisivo, o famoso zapping . Num desafio de Maplizapping sai vencedor o atleta que, num determinado intervalo de tempo, conseguir efectuar o maior número de mudanças de canal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os maplizappers têm um plano rigoroso de treinos, alimentação e estilo de vida que devem seguir à risca e ao qual não são admitidos quaisquer desvios. O dia destes atletas começa por volta das 11 da manhã com um pequeno-almoço substancial composto por um pratinho de moelas, dois pires de caracóis, uma caneca de cerveja, um pingo e um croquete de raspas de presunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A compleição física dos praticantes desta modalidade deve ser robusta e quanto maior volume tiver o seu abdómen mais fácil se torna adoptar posições de elevada performance sobre o sofá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim, toda a alimentação do atleta está orientada para o aumento da massa corporal. Após a primeira refeição do dia, e durante cerca de duas horas, segue-se o treino de estabilidade: os atletas deitam-se, rebolam, enroscam-se e treinam as posições mais exigentes sobre o sofá (que lhes permitem melhorar a capacidade de equilíbrio). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de um farto almoço de sandes de leitão e vinho branco gaseificado é chegada a hora do treino mais exigente do dia: o zapping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Durante o aquecimento os atletas fazem exercícios de musculação digital que, e citando o presidente da FIM (Federação Internacional de Maplizapping ), "equiparam-se aos exercícios de aquecimento executados pelos maiores pianistas de todos os tempos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de todo este treino intensivo o dia termina com uma feijoada de marisco ou uma vitela de Lafões para aconchegar o estômago. O Maplizapping é considerado um desporto de elite, pois não só os atletas necessitam de possuir características físicas muito especiais (abdómen em forma de bilha de azeite, braços arregueifados, pernas tronchudas e pelagem grossa e escura dispersa por todo o peito e costas), como o equipamento pode atingir preços inimagináveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para iniciar a prática deste desporto será necessário possuir um sofá em napel, de preferência branco, ou, conforme se tem visto ultimamente, em cinza-claro com estrias pretas, e um comando coberto por um pequeno saco plástico com pequenos botões coloridos. Na alta competição o equipamento atinge um elevado grau de requinte e preços verdadeiramente exorbitantes. Os melhores atletas possuem sofás em pele vermelho-acácia, rosa-pérola ou azul-eléctrico com pés em madeira exótica. Os comandos são em acrílico inquebrável com botões de PVC vulcanizado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O vestuário é simples: pijamas confortáveis em poliéster colorido, com padrão à escolha ou fatos de treino em tactel. As competições são autênticos desfiles de equipamento de luxo e atletas lustrosos. Nos campeonatos o nervosismo invade a multidão aficcionada que assiste a estes eventos, enquanto os desportistas, em contorções furiosas no sofá, tentam percorrer mais de 2000 canais num tempo-limite de 5 minutos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O recordista mundial de Maplizapping é o gabonês Indágora Cumipapas que, no tempo alucinante de 40 segundos, consegue mudar de canal 2027 vezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No nosso país o Maplizapping possui já alguns praticantes de alto gabarito dos quais se destaca o campeão nacional e vice-campeão da África subsariana Atanásio Oliveira das Canas, um desempoeirado atleta calipolense, que representa a ARPVV (Associação Recreativa Os Pica-paus de Vila Viçosa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Portanto, meus caros, sentem-se nos vossos sofás e mãos ao comando! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despertem o desportista que há dentro de vós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114399421000658862?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114399421000658862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114399421000658862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114399421000658862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114399421000658862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/04/novos-desportos.html' title='Novos Desportos'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114375802494787835</id><published>2006-03-30T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:33:44.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje Foi Um Dia Assim (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Hit%20by%20the%20light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Hit%20by%20the%20light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hit By The Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114375802494787835?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114375802494787835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114375802494787835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114375802494787835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114375802494787835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/hoje-foi-um-dia-assim-3.html' title='Hoje Foi Um Dia Assim (3)'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114315345193384490</id><published>2006-03-23T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:37:31.950Z</updated><title type='text'>On My 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/3e252_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/3e252_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel like this tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to me!! :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114315345193384490?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114315345193384490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114315345193384490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114315345193384490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114315345193384490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-my-23.html' title='On My 23'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114264672012968578</id><published>2006-03-18T01:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:52:00.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Roteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azerbaijão - o destino de férias que está na moda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este roteiro é dirigido a todos aqueles que escolheram o Azerbaijão como destino das suas próximas férias da Páscoa. É perfeitamente natural que sintam um certo desconforto em relação à língua... mas a solução está aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobrir o Azerbaijão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;País do leste da Transcaucásia, que ocupa a zona sul da cordilheira do Cáucaso (ideal para parapente e caminhada). Encontra-se ladeado pelo Irão (excelente animação nocturna), a sul; pela Arménia e pela Geórgia, a oeste; pela Rússia, a norte; e pelo mar Cáspio (óptimo para mergulho e desportos de vela) a leste.Tem uma superfície de 86 600 km2, incluindo a concorrida estância balnear de Nagorno-Karabakh. As cidades com maior importância são Baku (não perder o Planet Hollywood - Baku), a capital Giandja, Soumgait (Disneyland - Soumgait), Mingetchaour e Nakhitchevan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breve Dicionário de Expressões&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zdravstvuyte kak Antonovich dela zavtra Kalashnikov! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que bonita Kalashnikov senhor Antonovic... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Schastlivogo menya puti kak pyatnadtsat menya zovut! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senhor assaltante... não consigo falar com o cano da espingarda na boca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Priyatno poznakomitsya rad vas videt trinatdsat chas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que me partiu sete costelas com esse bastão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spokoinoy nochi Lada chetiresta otkuda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O seu Lada atropela muito bem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vosemnadtstat devyatnadtsat dobro pozhalovat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A que horas acaba o rapto? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tisyacha devyatsot kotoriy chas ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto acha que vale a minha sogra? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desyat Bizhichka odinnadtsat bazzuka dvenadtsat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senhor Bizhichka... as bazucas deixam-me nervoso! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chetirnadtsat pyatnadtsat poznakomitsya shestnadtsat kotoriy zovut? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fui assaltado e espancado… onde posso encontrar um hospital? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kotoriy chas menya zovut dela zavtra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou maravilhado... foi um bonito assalto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dvenadtsat trinatdsat chas chetirnadtsat kak pyatnadtsat dela shestnadtsat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostava de ir à casa de banho… pode tirar-me as algemas e as bolas de chumbo dos pés?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114264672012968578?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114264672012968578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114264672012968578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114264672012968578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114264672012968578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/roteiro.html' title='Roteiro'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114211715046166358</id><published>2006-03-11T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:45:50.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/christian%20coigny21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/christian%20coigny21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here in my room&lt;br /&gt;between my arms&lt;br /&gt;there's no danger&lt;br /&gt;you can dream&lt;br /&gt;you can rest&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a stranger&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you protection&lt;br /&gt;my affection, a direction&lt;br /&gt;and some peace&lt;br /&gt;no need to wake up and scream&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Smoke n' Mirrors - Fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114211715046166358?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114211715046166358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114211715046166358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114211715046166358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114211715046166358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114184941892680575</id><published>2006-03-08T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:23:39.003Z</updated><title type='text'>I Had To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gostaria hoje de abordar um tema que vos (homens, e por vezes até mm nós mulheres) vem assolando desde o Homosapiens neanderthalensis . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma das mais estudadas características da mulher é a capacidade de dizer"...nada... não é nada!" ... Normalmente, esta reacção é a resposta a determinados estímulos, a saber:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. "O que foi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. "O que tens?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. "Aconteceu alguma coisa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas afinal o que é um acto reflexo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O acto que ocorre como reacção imediata a um estímulo, sem intervençãoda vontade do indivíduo. É o que acontece, por exemplo, quando uma picadela na mão nos leva a afastá-la rapidamente. Muitas vezes, os reflexos são transmitidos hereditariamente e dependem da medula espinal,não do cérebro."( in Diciopédia 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No caso da mulher, existe uma fístula que comunica directamente com a cavidade bucal e que ordena à língua, às cordas vocais e aos maxilares uma série de acções que originam uma resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A este mecanismo estão também conectados os músculos que controlam a mobilidade do pescoço e os nervos ópticos. Estão assim explicados o olhar atónito e direccionado e a aparente incapacidade de movimentar o pescoço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outra corrente de estudo (assumidamente freudiana) tenta explicar o fenómeno pela necessidade inata de ouvir repetidamente a mesma questão (incluindo variantes da mesma construção frásica), por exemplo: "O que tens?... Aconteceu alguma coisa?... O que foi?... Diz lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Os estudos mais recentes indicam que as mulheres normalmente respondem após 34 insistentes formulações. O mesmo ensaio indica que 97% dos homens desiste (perde as estribeiras) à quinta vez!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A melhor forma de lidar com esta questão - segundo os especialistas -consiste no desarme, por exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Olha... eu sei que tens alguma coisa... e que sentes uma vontade inexplicável de me ouvir repetir a mesma frase... por isso, POUPA-NOS TRABALHO E CONTA LÁ O QUE SE PASSA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Especialmente postado para o pretenso Dia (mundial, nacional... não sei) Da Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114184941892680575?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114184941892680575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114184941892680575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114184941892680575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114184941892680575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-to.html' title='I Had To...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114168941055028701</id><published>2006-03-06T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:56:50.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje Foi um Dia Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; No Silêncio também se chora....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114168941055028701?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114168941055028701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114168941055028701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114168941055028701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114168941055028701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/hoje-foi-um-dia-assim.html' title='Hoje Foi um Dia Assim'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114150908298089259</id><published>2006-03-04T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:51:23.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Traz-me Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; O tempo é a imagem móvel da eternidade imóvel. (Platão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114150908298089259?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114150908298089259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114150908298089259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114150908298089259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114150908298089259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/traz-me-tempo.html' title='Traz-me Tempo'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114139919198517989</id><published>2006-03-03T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:19:52.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Manual de Sobrevivência para Homens e Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este é o primeiro fascículo de um completo manual de sobrevivência para homens e mulheres. Todas as semanas, pela módica quantia de um clique, tenha acesso a uma ferramenta indispensável para lidar com o sexo oposto. Oferecemos em cada edição uma fiel miniatura em porcelana das mais belas máquinas de costura de sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N.º 1 - O que nunca se deve dizer .. a uma Mulher: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Esse avental assenta-te como uma luva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) É de mim ou ganhaste mais uns 34 kg no último mês?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Não falo com pessoas com QI inferior ao de um chinelo de quarto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) (Depois de fazer jogging durante 2 horas)... estas sapatilhas estão a matar-me, queres fazer-me uma massagem nos pés?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Surpresa... comprei-te a edição especial da Labores , dois novelos de lã e um par de agulhas novas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Vou sair com os meus amigos... ligo-te no fim do mês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Fazia-te bem conhecer outros homens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;8) Nunca tinha reparado... TENS OS PÉS CHATOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9) Quando chegarmos à praia alugo uma barraca para te esconder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;10) Não sabes o que é a BIOS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..a um Homem: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) A tua namorada/mulher faz-me lembrar o treinador do Moreirense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Um homem quer-se assim como tu... sensível, limitado, pacato, simples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Aquele teu amigo neozelandês com 1,95 m, musculado, loiro, de olhos verdes, é uma excelente pessoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Ligo-te amanhã... até lá, e enquanto vou jantar com os meus amigos, a nossa relação está em stand by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Podemos tirar este fim-de-semana para ir à feira dos tecidos escolher os cortinados para o meu quarto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Deixa-me ver as 20 últimas chamadas do teu telemóvel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Comprei-te uma camisa justa de colarinhos grandes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;8) As sapatilhas de andebol não ficam nada bem com esse fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9) O NÓ DA TUA GRAVATA ESTÁ ACHATADO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;10) O que sinto por ti é pura amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora são vocês... contem-me algumas daquelas coisa que fazem o sexo oposto sentir-se mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114139919198517989?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114139919198517989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114139919198517989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114139919198517989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114139919198517989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/03/manual-de-sobrevivncia-para-homens-e.html' title='Manual de Sobrevivência para Homens e Mulheres'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114100185467545718</id><published>2006-02-27T00:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:57:34.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Days (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/RIO%20samba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/RIO%20samba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is a &lt;strong&gt;Samba&lt;/strong&gt; Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114100185467545718?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114100185467545718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114100185467545718&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114100185467545718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114100185467545718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/dancing-days-2.html' title='Dancing Days (2)'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114056037320367461</id><published>2006-02-21T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:19:33.413Z</updated><title type='text'>E tal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem me vou dar ao trabalho de fazer um introdução decente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reuni um conjunto de expressões utilizadas pelos portugueses… algumas são regionalismos, mas outras são pura… pura… como dizer… pura… acho que já entenderam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensino&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;gatar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "O meu mais novo já GATOU duas vezes na 4.ª..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: O mais novo dela, reprovou duas vezes na quarta classe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;passar pela idade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "O meu mais novo já anda há 6 anos na 4.ª, mas este ano é capaz de PASSAR PELA IDADE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desporto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;bolabarage&lt;/strong&gt; (goal average)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "O Leixões tem melhor BOLABARAGE..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Expressão originalmente Inglesa, ganha uma nova forma na boca dos adeptos mais fervorosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mecânica&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;charrió &lt;/strong&gt;(charriot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "O amigo vai ter de deixar o carro para vermos se é alguma coisa no CHARRIÓ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Termo usado por mecânicos relativamente a todo e qualquer problema no carro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;levar à máquina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Não sei o que é... tenho que o LEVAR À MÁQUINA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Usado para definir qualquer acção que envolva um procedimento eléctrico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medicina&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;dirigir&lt;/strong&gt; (de digestão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Ainda não posso ir ao banho porque ainda não DIRIGI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Sem comentários... eu ouvia isto na praia quando as crianças de Paços de Ferreira e de Valongo lá chegavam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;come-te?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Estás sempre a coçar-te... Que se passa? COME-TE aí, é?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Utilizada quando alguém tem comichão (prurido) em alguma zona do corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;sistema nervoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Isso é do SISTEMA NERVOSO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Serve para a maioria das situações e pode ser utilizado em qualquer âmbito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;floxera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Não me dês cabo da cabeça, hoje tou “cua” FLOXERA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Estou maldisposto... aborrecido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pichelaria&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;sifoum&lt;/strong&gt; (sifão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Tenho a banca toda entupida, debe de ser do SIFOUM ou da caixa de mistura!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Termo aplicado para definir qualquer tipo de problema de canalização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Culinária&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;escufar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Onte estava a desmanchar uma vitela com a machada…. escorregou e ESCUFOU-ME! Lá se foi o dedo. O lanho foi tão grande que até se via o osso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quotidiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;quióras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Com o trânsito que está, vai-me chegar a casa por QUIÓRAS!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: É a contracção das palavras que + horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;espéce&lt;/strong&gt; (espécie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Não sei porquê mas faz-me ESPÉCE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Quer dizer que causa impressão, estranheza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;narsa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "O Quim estava com uma NARSA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Significa que o Quim tinha bebido para lá da conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;botei-le a luba&lt;/strong&gt; ("Botei-lhe" a luva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Ela ia a fugir mas eu BOTEI-LE A LUBA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Este senhor conseguiu apanhar o fugitivo... botar a luba significa que lhe deitou a mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;Bai daí&lt;/strong&gt; (vai daí)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Ele disse que sim, BAI DAÍ eu fiquei com a pulga atrás da orelha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Não há muito a dizer... BAI DAÍ significa "e então...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;peguei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: Ela já estava em casa e eu PEGUEI e fui até lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notas: Quer-me parecer que não acrescenta nada à frase... apenas diz que determinada pessoa tomou uma atitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;ser apanhado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Coitado do Sr. Henriques, ia atravessar a passadeira e FOI APANHADO por um autocarro." (Eu também podia dar o meu exemplo, mas isso fica para outra altura :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;tomar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Ainda agora TOMEI o 78 mas estava muito cheio!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;traulitada directa à caixa dos fusíveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Mandei-lhe uma TRAULITADA DIRECTA À CAIXA DOS FUSÍVEIS que ele até viu estrelas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Dar um murro nas ventas, quer dizer, no focinho, ou seja, na cabeça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;benha&lt;/strong&gt; (venha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo:"BENHA, BENHA, BENHA… pode bir… BENHA… tá bom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Esta palavra nunca pode ser usada apenas uma vez….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;aqui à atrasado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "O meu genro, AQUI À ATRASADO, mandou vir um frigorífico de França…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Significa que o acontecimento teve lugar no passado (não muito distante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;inhantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Eu INHANTES vinha sempre de trólei…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Quer dizer (no caso de não terem percebido… lolololol) anteriormente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;tem-se que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Primeiro TEM-SE QUE fazer um muro bem alto…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: LOLOLOLOLO… não aguento!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comércio&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;fazer o mínimo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: Eu vou levar este aspirador mas veja lá se me FAZ O MÍNIMO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Basicamente, trata-se de pedir um pequeno desconto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;pague-se daí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Olhe… PAGUE-SE DAÍ…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Significa que o pagamento é feito com o dinheiro que acabou de ser entregue… DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Restauração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;cimbálino &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Para mim é um CIMABÁLINO pingado em chávena escaldada...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Tal como aconteceu com o Kispo e a Gilette, o nome de uma marca serve para identificar o produto. Cimbalino (sem acento no "a") é uma marca de máquinas de café "profissionais".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;...com pouca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Saí uma torrada COM POUCA prá mesa 2...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Seguindo uma lógica de economia de grafemas, com pouca significa, automaticamente, manteiga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expressão: &lt;strong&gt;tiké &lt;/strong&gt;(ticket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: "Eu páguei e o senhor não me deu o TIKÉ!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Todos os dias depois de almoçar peço o meu TIKÉ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114056037320367461?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114056037320367461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114056037320367461&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114056037320367461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114056037320367461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/e-tal.html' title='E tal...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-114030162185900372</id><published>2006-02-18T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:27:01.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;PARABÉNS AO BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JA TEM &lt;strong&gt;1000&lt;/strong&gt; E TAL VISITAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vocês pensam: ela ta parva!! Mas não, é que quando mudei o template perdeu-se o outro contador que ja tinha umas 400 e tal visitas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114030162185900372?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114030162185900372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114030162185900372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114030162185900372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114030162185900372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-114022275523249707</id><published>2006-02-18T00:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:32:35.233Z</updated><title type='text'>As Cores Que o Meu Corpo Tem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-114022275523249707?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/114022275523249707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=114022275523249707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114022275523249707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/114022275523249707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-cores-que-o-meu-corpo-tem.html' title='As Cores Que o Meu Corpo Tem'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113994385190786623</id><published>2006-02-14T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:04:11.936Z</updated><title type='text'>From Albana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Blowingkisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Blowingkisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; ...with Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113994385190786623?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113994385190786623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113994385190786623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113994385190786623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113994385190786623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-albana.html' title='From Albana...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113967678767566262</id><published>2006-02-11T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:53:07.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Impressões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho a impressão que a minha gata está a fazer dieta. É que não pára de beber àgua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113967678767566262?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113967678767566262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113967678767566262&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113967678767566262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113967678767566262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/impresses.html' title='Impressões'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113967632765593133</id><published>2006-02-11T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:45:27.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Música de Chuveiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gipsy Kings - Volare&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não que costume cantar no banho, mas estranhamente hoje aconteceu... e foi assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VÓooLARE, Ó Ó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CANTARÉ Ó Ó Ó Ó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y tu te pintó di blu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y despois te voy alé cu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lalalalalalalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuidado portistas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113967632765593133?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113967632765593133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113967632765593133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113967632765593133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113967632765593133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/msica-de-chuveiro.html' title='Música de Chuveiro'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113961080038494406</id><published>2006-02-10T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:33:20.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje Foi um Dia Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113961080038494406?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113961080038494406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113961080038494406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113961080038494406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113961080038494406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/hoje-foi-um-dia-assim.html' title='Hoje Foi um Dia Assim'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113960215295781449</id><published>2006-02-10T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:09:12.980Z</updated><title type='text'>A Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/3%20seguidas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/3%20seguidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Foi imperioso colocar esta imagem aqui, mesmo depois de tanto tempo...)&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/18533365-113960215295781449?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113960215295781449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113960215295781449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113960215295781449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113960215295781449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/vontade.html' title='A Vontade'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113943375380271610</id><published>2006-02-08T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:22:33.816Z</updated><title type='text'>O Som da Minha Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem som de carros a passar. Tem som de cães a ladrar. Tem som de gatos no telhado. Tem som de pessoas a caminhar. Tem som de mim a respirar. Tem som da minha gata a ronronar. Tem som de medo. Tem som de calma. Tem som de sonhos. Tem som de vozes.Tem som de ar. Tem som de nuvens a andar. Tem som do teu olhar. Tem som de breu. Por vezes até tem som de lupanar. Tem som de enlouquecer.Tem som de amanhecer. Tem som de sol a raiar. Tem som de eu a acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113943375380271610?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113943375380271610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113943375380271610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113943375380271610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113943375380271610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-som-da-minha-noite.html' title='O Som da Minha Noite'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113916285944034949</id><published>2006-02-05T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:07:39.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Today%20is%20a%20Rumba%20Day%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Today%20is%20a%20Rumba%20Day%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is a Rumba Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113916285944034949?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113916285944034949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113916285944034949&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113916285944034949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113916285944034949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/dancing-days.html' title='Dancing Days'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113902146336835355</id><published>2006-02-04T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:51:03.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu é que sou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não ganhei o Euromilhões, mas ganhei outro prémio, em:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vizinho.blogspot.com"&gt;O Vizinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem bom!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113902146336835355?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113902146336835355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113902146336835355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113902146336835355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113902146336835355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/eu-que-sou.html' title='Eu é que sou!'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113882956476416718</id><published>2006-02-01T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:32:44.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Música Estúpida na Cabeça ao Acordar e Que Permanece Durante Todo o Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back Street Boys - Incomplet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113882956476416718?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113882956476416718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113882956476416718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113882956476416718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113882956476416718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/02/msica-estpida-na-cabea-ao-acordar-e.html' title='Música Estúpida na Cabeça ao Acordar e Que Permanece Durante Todo o Dia'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113850086895135053</id><published>2006-01-29T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:14:29.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/LE??O-aguia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/LE%3F%3FO-aguia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113850086895135053?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113850086895135053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113850086895135053&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113850086895135053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113850086895135053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/01/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113806151642565320</id><published>2006-01-24T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:57:23.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Arquétipo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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E ficará sempre (assim)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Angustia%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/Angustia%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113778810325241333?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113778810325241333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113778810325241333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113778810325241333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113778810325241333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/01/agora-e-ficar-sempre-assim.html' title='Agora. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Black%20Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113716616527676417?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113716616527676417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113716616527676417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113716616527676417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113716616527676417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/01/buuuu.html' title='BUUUU!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113709724555506091</id><published>2006-01-13T04:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:20:45.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só para variar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113709724555506091?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113709724555506091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113709724555506091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113709724555506091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113709724555506091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/01/mudei.html' title='Mudei'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113676378532360317</id><published>2006-01-09T07:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:43:05.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Ele Disse</title><content type='html'>O Estado como suporte para uma vida feliz.  (Aristóteles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....A mim não me parece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113676378532360317?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113676378532360317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113676378532360317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113676378532360317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113676378532360317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/01/ele-disse.html' title='Ele Disse'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113641480663216117</id><published>2006-01-05T06:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:46:46.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;20 de Dezembro de 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se pensares no nevoeiro como na difusão da alma irás perceber que todos temos nevoeiro. Agora a minha questão é a seguinte: Se o mundo com nevoeiro é difícil para nós vermos, termos visão do que nos rodeia, será que é por isso, que por termos alma às vezes também não vemos nada à nossa frente?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pensa nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Beijinhos carinhosos da tua amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Elisa Resende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113641480663216117?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113641480663216117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113641480663216117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113641480663216117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113641480663216117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/01/ela.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113614297148766574</id><published>2006-01-01T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:16:11.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...já nao vou para o céu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113614297148766574?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113614297148766574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113614297148766574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113614297148766574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113614297148766574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2006/01/finalmente.html' title='Finalmente...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113543785854504460</id><published>2005-12-24T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:24:18.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois é! Já falta muito pouco tempo para o Natal e se ainda não compraram&lt;br /&gt;as vossas prendinhas de Natal, APRESSEM-SE PORQUE JÁ VÃO TARDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para vos mitigar o sofrimento e poupar horas de esforçada pesquisa na&lt;br /&gt;tentativa de tentar contentar os que vos são mais queridos, este ano eu preparei uma pequena mas cuidada selecção das melhores&lt;br /&gt;sugestões de prendas de Natal do Ano (classificação atribuída pela&lt;br /&gt;Comissão Internacional para os Assuntos Natalícios - CIAN).&lt;br /&gt;Então, cá vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o pai&lt;br /&gt;Qual gravata, qual peúga, quais cuecas! Não sejam cinzentões e ofereçam&lt;br /&gt;aos vossos pais um comando de televisão universal com botões luminosos,&lt;br /&gt;capas de várias cores e um massajador de dedos incorporado. Vão vê-lo&lt;br /&gt;todo contente a passar os fins-de-semana em frente ao televisor e a&lt;br /&gt;relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a mãe&lt;br /&gt;Não se arrisquem a oferecer-lhe seja o que for para casa! E não se&lt;br /&gt;esqueçam que as miniaturas de pastores, velhotes e bonequinhos a tocar&lt;br /&gt;flauta em "biscuit" também se incluem nessa lista negra.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, para evitar comentários do género "Pois, mas isto é uma prenda&lt;br /&gt;para a casa e não para mim!", ofereçam-lhe um cheque-cabelo. Não sabem o&lt;br /&gt;que é? Eu explico: um cheque-cabelo é um conjunto de vales que dão&lt;br /&gt;direito a uma mise , um brushing , uns bigodis e (se quiserem ser mãos&lt;br /&gt;largas) até mesmo a uma baléage ! Podem encontrar esta prenda original&lt;br /&gt;no Salão Cilene (Ci é de Cidália e lene é de Marlene).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o mais-que-tudo (e alguma coisinha)&lt;br /&gt;O Natal é a oportunidade perfeita para oferecerem aos vossos queridos ou&lt;br /&gt;queridas a prenda que vocês sempre lhes quiseram dar (mesmo que eles ou&lt;br /&gt;elas não achem piada nenhuma)!&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo, se vocês adoram aquele estilo de homem que guia um vistoso&lt;br /&gt;carro tunning , comecem por oferecer ao vosso namorado um tubo de escape&lt;br /&gt;com duas saídas ou um aileron em forma de veleiro holandês. É o primeiro&lt;br /&gt;passo para ele decidir começar a alterar o carro todo.&lt;br /&gt;Se gostavam que a vossa namorada fosse do tipo&lt;br /&gt;mulher-para-quem-todos-os-tipos-olham, porque não começar por&lt;br /&gt;presenteá-la com um top ultra-aderente com padrão de leopardo ou umas&lt;br /&gt;calças de licra com brilhantes vermelhos incrustados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a sério:&lt;br /&gt;UM NATAL MUITO, MUITO FELIZ, REPLETO DE PRENDAS REALMENTE MARAVILHOSAS E&lt;br /&gt;UMA MESA COM IMENSO BACALHAU, PERU E DOCES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113543785854504460?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113543785854504460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113543785854504460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113543785854504460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113543785854504460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/12/sugestes.html' title='Sugestões'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113536500876505245</id><published>2005-12-23T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:10:08.776Z</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Tree In The Whole World!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/rockefellerxmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/pai%20natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113529067071918790?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113529067071918790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113529067071918790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113529067071918790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113529067071918790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-kind-of-santa.html' title='My Kind of Santa'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113486446689810757</id><published>2005-12-17T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:07:46.916Z</updated><title type='text'>How i'am feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Nua%20entre%20a%20Lua%20e%20o%20Sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/Nua%20entre%20a%20Lua%20e%20o%20Sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nua entre a Lua e o Sol, by Yoshiro Tachibana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113486446689810757?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113486446689810757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113486446689810757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113486446689810757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113486446689810757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-iam-feeling.html' title='How i&apos;am feeling...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113416533998631022</id><published>2005-12-09T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:55:40.000Z</updated><title type='text'>A Dúvida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Giralua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/Giralua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque é que ninguém me oferece um giralua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113416533998631022?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113416533998631022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113416533998631022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113416533998631022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113416533998631022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/12/dvida.html' title='A Dúvida....'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113356387140240254</id><published>2005-12-02T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:51:11.436Z</updated><title type='text'>(vó)Mitos urbanos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que é um mito urbano?... um mito urbano ERA uma história inventada e&lt;br /&gt;delirante que corria de boca em boca nas cidades. Hoje em dia é uma&lt;br /&gt;história parva, sem pés nem cabeça, que 94% dos internautas propagam por&lt;br /&gt;e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é preocupante não é a propagação em si, mas sim o facto de, em&lt;br /&gt;pleno século XXI, existirem pessoas a acreditar. Cada vez que recebo um&lt;br /&gt;e-mail deste género, "sobe-me uma dor pelas costas que me apanha o&lt;br /&gt;pescoço " (isto é uma lengalenga que as octogenárias repetem às amigas&lt;br /&gt;nas salas de espera dos centros de saúde). É muito fácil distinguir um&lt;br /&gt;"e-mito" porque, normalmente, o assunto da mensagem é um dos seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FW: Ajuda o Simba...&lt;br /&gt; FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: Lê este e-mail, tu podes ajudar!...&lt;br /&gt; Um milagre nas tuas mãos...&lt;br /&gt; O pequeno Balki...&lt;br /&gt; FW: NÃO APAGUE!!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt; FW: Leia antes de apagar...&lt;br /&gt; FW: Um amigo precisa de ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para melhor entenderem esta problemática, vou decalcar aqui uns quantos&lt;br /&gt;mitos.... Ora vejam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime do On The Rocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sábado à noite... uma mulher... um bar... uns copos... e quando damos&lt;br /&gt;por ela acabamos de ser brutalmente esquartejados e estamos dentro de&lt;br /&gt;uma banheira cheia de gelo com uma mensagem: "Chame o 112 ou morrerá".&lt;br /&gt;Estas redes internacionais de órgãos têm preferência por rins, córneas e&lt;br /&gt;tímpanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;/strong&gt;: Meus amigos... qual é a probabilidade de uma equipa de&lt;br /&gt;cirurgiões ambulantes (numa Ford Transit undercover ) querer arrancar os&lt;br /&gt;órgãos a quem esteja a altas horas da noite numa discoteca?... Não seria&lt;br /&gt;mais inteligente fazê-lo com um saudável desportista no seu treino&lt;br /&gt;matinal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime Teleclone 60+60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao atender ao telefone, uma voz doce e meiga pede-lhe para digitar&lt;br /&gt;*#*9*#*... automaticamente, a linha é clonada e a factura telefónica&lt;br /&gt;conjunta de um país africano é debitada na sua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;/strong&gt;: Em Portugal a resposta lógica seria: "Digiquê?... Julga que&lt;br /&gt;eu sou parvo?... Não conheço ninguém com esse número de telefone!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande #$#%#&amp;#% #$#% #&amp;amp;#&amp;##&amp;amp; #%## $#%#&amp;# 6#%#$#$, e se fosses %#$#$&lt;br /&gt;##&amp;amp;%#&amp; #&amp;amp;#%#% #%#%#&amp; #&amp;amp;#&amp;#&amp;amp;# %#%#&amp;% #&amp;amp;#&amp;# &amp;amp;#%#%#"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McCrime Menu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem ainda tinha dúvidas, ficou provado que os hambúrgueres são&lt;br /&gt;confeccionados com carne de uma rara serpente marinha da Indonésia.&lt;br /&gt;Outros relatos fidedignos provam que (naqueles pedacinhos de frango&lt;br /&gt;frito) já apareceram cabeças de galinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;/strong&gt;: So what!!!... Antes isso do que comer brócolos, língua,&lt;br /&gt;rins, pulmão, olhos de borrego... isto sim, é NOJENTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favores em Cadeia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São vários os casos de casais em que, no meio de um shopping , a mulher&lt;br /&gt;é raptada e obrigada a gastar (com o cartão de crédito) o equivalente a&lt;br /&gt;3500 salários mínimos da Suíça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;/strong&gt;: É pura treta... não acredito que um mulher conseguisse&lt;br /&gt;gastar tão pouco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfermidade Letal II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajudem o pequeno Brian, um menino que sofre de uma rara e fulminante&lt;br /&gt;doença dos trópicos (com 0,00000000001% de probabilidade de&lt;br /&gt;sobrevivência). O jovem de 8 anos está internado desde 1992 e já escapou&lt;br /&gt;à morte mais de 700 vezes muito à custa dos 4000 quilolitros de sangue&lt;br /&gt;(B- e O-) doados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;/strong&gt;: Esta é das minhas preferidas... COMO É LÓGICO NÃO EXISTE&lt;br /&gt;NINGUÉM CHAMADO BRIAN... Em toda a minha vida só ouvi falar do Brian na&lt;br /&gt;série ALF, no Brian May dos Queen, no Bryan Adams e no Bryan Fury do Tekken!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vírus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foi anunciada a descoberta de uma nova estirpe de vírus informático que&lt;br /&gt;se propaga por e-mail e apaga a FAT do disco duro... Como se isto não&lt;br /&gt;bastasse, muda a resolução do monitor para 800x600 e sincroniza o&lt;br /&gt;relógio do PC pela hora espanhola. Nenhum antivírus o detecta e segundo&lt;br /&gt;os especialistas o agente infeccioso vem disfarçado de "rã da Budweiser&lt;br /&gt;" ou "Teletubies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;/strong&gt;: Acho que o meu PC está infectado... Tenho um screensaver&lt;br /&gt;dos "Caramelos la Española" e um wallpaper de "Torrões de Alicante".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOLé...AOLé... AOLé!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Microsoft e a AOL Time Warner estão a enviar 150000 dólares para a&lt;br /&gt;conta de e-mail que apresentar maior número de mensagens enviadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentário&lt;/strong&gt;: Um senhor mexicano passou 234 dias a enviar&lt;br /&gt;consecutivamente (24 horas por dia) e-mails e apenas recebeu uma conta&lt;br /&gt;altíssima de telefone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora... algo completamente diferente... "the larch"!!! (Alguém via os&lt;br /&gt;Monty Phyton's?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicatórias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço para os forcados amadores de Ribeira Longa.&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimentos para o agrupamento musical de Lafões.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos para a dona Aurora e para a sua filha que chegou do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço para a malta do café Serpente no Mugadouro.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns ao Sr. Farinha, da Serração Gomes e Filhos, S.A.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns à sobrinha da dona Júlia de Matosinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113356387140240254?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113356387140240254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113356387140240254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113356387140240254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113356387140240254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/12/vmitos-urbanos.html' title='(vó)Mitos urbanos...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113302180861367195</id><published>2005-11-27T00:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:16:48.626Z</updated><title type='text'>O Belo Tronco de Natal</title><content type='html'>Caros amigos, esta semana deixo-vos uma elegante receita para a ceia de&lt;br /&gt;Natal. Para os mais desavisados, a culinária faz parte da formação do&lt;br /&gt;Homem do novo milénio. No meu caso, fiz um curso de especialização&lt;br /&gt;(intensivo) na Alemanha de Doçaria de Adorno e Degustativa. Para os&lt;br /&gt;interessados, segue o plano curricular: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Tronco%20de%20Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Tronco%20de%20Natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doçaria de Adorno e Degustativa&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 1- Introdução ao bolo&lt;br /&gt;- Noção de bolo&lt;br /&gt;- O bolo e relações sociais derivantes&lt;br /&gt;- O bolo na História Contemporânea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 2 - Formas e moldes&lt;br /&gt;- Formas e formas de untar&lt;br /&gt;- Formas em estrela&lt;br /&gt;- Formas circulares (com e sem buraco)&lt;br /&gt;- Unto: objectivos, noções básicas e aplicações práticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 3 - A arte de misturar: Como e porquê bater a massa&lt;br /&gt;- Bater com varinha mágica&lt;br /&gt;- Bater no ajudante&lt;br /&gt;- Bater com colher de pau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 4 - Condimentos e assuntos conexos&lt;br /&gt;- A arte de escolher e regatear&lt;br /&gt;- A arte de fugir sem pagar&lt;br /&gt;- Farinhas, leite (e derivados), cacau (e derivados) e outros (e&lt;br /&gt;derivados)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 5 - O forno&lt;br /&gt;- Forno a lenha&lt;br /&gt;- Forno eléctrico&lt;br /&gt;- Forno a gás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 6 - Cozedura, fritura e afins terminados em ura&lt;br /&gt;- O que é o tempo ideal?&lt;br /&gt;- O que fazer quando o bolo fica calcinado.&lt;br /&gt;- O que é o tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 8 - O retirar da forma&lt;br /&gt;- Cuidados básicos I&lt;br /&gt;- Cuidados básicos II&lt;br /&gt;- Saiu tudo aos pedaços (opcional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 9 - O acto de servir&lt;br /&gt;- Apresentação&lt;br /&gt;- Como ocultar defeitos estruturais&lt;br /&gt;- Como negar o envolvimento na execução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Módulo 10 - Como comprar um bom bolo&lt;br /&gt;- Casas da especialidade&lt;br /&gt;- Hipermercados&lt;br /&gt;- Última opção: a fuga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A receita que vos deixo teve origem em Frankfurt e originalmente&lt;br /&gt;chama-se " Essbares Weinachtsast von einem Schönen und Wunderbaren&lt;br /&gt;Weinachtsbaum ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;10 ovos de peru&lt;br /&gt;5 gemas de codorniz&lt;br /&gt;300 gramas de açúcar-de-cana do Gabão&lt;br /&gt;250 gramas de farinha de canário&lt;br /&gt;Sal q.b. (ou de outra marca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confecção:&lt;br /&gt;Bater os ovos e gemas com o açúcar até triplicarem de volume (ou mais),&lt;br /&gt;juntar a farinha, mexer só o necessário para envolver a farinha por toda&lt;br /&gt;a cozinha. Cozer em tabuleiro untado e forrado com papel vegetal (ou&lt;br /&gt;animal) à temperatura de +-220º .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receita para o recheio e cobertura:&lt;br /&gt;5 claras de ovos escuros&lt;br /&gt;150 gramas de açúcar em pó&lt;br /&gt;150 gramas de margarina de cabra&lt;br /&gt;75 gramas de cacau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bater as claras com o açúcar até triplicarem de volume (ou mais), junte&lt;br /&gt;a margarina aos pedaços e volte a bater até estar bem misturada (tipo&lt;br /&gt;cimento armado), dissolva o cacau em +- 1 dl de óleo morno (ou de outra&lt;br /&gt;marca) e misture bem (até não distinguir as suas mãos do tampo da&lt;br /&gt;banca). Enrole a torta recheada com o creme de chocolate e o mentol&lt;br /&gt;industrial. Para dar o aspecto de tronco de árvore corte as pontas (da&lt;br /&gt;torta) e coloque-as de maneira a que fique com aspecto de um ramo&lt;br /&gt;cortado, barre o tronco com o creme de chocolate e cubra-o com raspas de&lt;br /&gt;chocolate. Para dar um ar mais realista, coloque um pequeno pardal&lt;br /&gt;(dentro da torta) com a cabeça de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1: Para fazer as raspas de chocolate, raspe com uma grosa uma tablete&lt;br /&gt;de chocolate ligeiramente aquecida (com um maçarico de soldador).&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Não comer o Tronco de Natal quente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113302180861367195?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113302180861367195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113302180861367195&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113302180861367195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113302180861367195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-belo-tronco-de-natal.html' title='O Belo Tronco de Natal'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113283499511383961</id><published>2005-11-24T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:23:15.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Há 140 anos era assim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/ministros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/ministros.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ordinariamente, todos os ministros são inteligentes, escrevem bem, discursam com cortesia e pura dicção, vão a faustosas inaugurações e são excelentes convivas. Porém são nulos a revolver crises. Não têm a austeridade, nem a concepção, nem o instinto politíco, nem a experiência que faz o Estadista. É assim, que há muito tempo em Portugal, são regidos os destinos políticos. Política de acaso, de compadrio, politica de expediente. País governado ao acaso, governado por vaidades, por interesses, por especulação e corrupção, por previlégio e influência de camarilha, será possível conservar a sua independência?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eça de Queiroz, 1867, in " O Destrito de Évora"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113283499511383961?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113283499511383961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113283499511383961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113283499511383961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113283499511383961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/h-140-anos-era-assim.html' title='Há 140 anos era assim....'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113241946696304152</id><published>2005-11-20T00:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-19T16:57:47.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Moda 1950-1980</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje proponho uma viagem pela moda, uma retrospectiva que dará alguma dignidade às tralhas que estão no fundo do guarda-roupa. Será um hino aos saudosos folhos, às bonitas gravatas em napa e às confortáveis sapatilhas Sanjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Década de 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São importadas de Hollywood as gabardinas bejes, os sapatos bicudos, as cigarrilhas de ponta dourada e o elegante chapéu. Para saber mais vejamos filmes da época.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No dia-a-dia usam-se vestidos com motivos (e corte) campestres, com golas ornamentadas por discretos folhos rendados. Em ocasiões especiais,o glamour dos tecidos brilhantes e os penteados volumosos e duros ganhamo seu espaço. A mulher, pela primeira vez na História, ganha um papel de destaque no mundo da moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Década de 60 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez das épocas mais marcantes, os anos 60 criaram duas vertentes curiosas. A primeira é a dos seguidores dos Beatles, com o cabelo perto da linha dos olhos (como algumas raças de cães)... e ligeiramente mais comprido no cachaço. Vestem calças curtas... dando especial destaque à bonita meia de angorá, e usam casacos justos com cores alegres...cinzento-escuro, preto, antracite e azul-escuro! A segunda é a dos emergentes "hipes" (como lhes chamavam na altura!), que, como os gatos, sentiam uma inqualificável repulsa à água. Usavam óculos de massa malhados com elevada graduação, barbas desmazeladas, cabelos infestados de parasitas e vestuário de ganga com motivos florais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tal como nos homens existiam dois "modelos"... as fadas do lar e as"hipas". As fadas eram o primor da educação... sabiam até bordar e coser (usavam aquele ovo de madeira para "dar um ponto" nas meias dos homens). As mais abastadas tinham modernas máquinas de costura (aquelas com pedaleira!!!!) Singer... para fazerem uns cortinados com cerejinhas e maçãzinhas. Havia também as que tentavam imitar a modista lá da rua e criavam as suas próprias batas e aventais. Já as "hipas" eram completamente desmazeladas... usavam ganga, camisolas (as blusas de então) brancas rendadas e com atilhos no regaço e nas mangas. Não prescindiam das "Adidas Moisés" (aquelas sandálias de couro coçado)...muito arejadas, por sinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Década de 70 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os colarinhos das camisas ganham o aspecto de pequenas asas de gaivota e o objectivo era que as pontas das "asas" tocassem nos ombros... lindo! As calças eram justas na coxa e abriam em forma de pata de elefante na perna e eram conhecidas por calças à boca de sino. Os sapatos apresentavam uns tacões dignos de um palhaço de circo e os tons claros eram um sinal de elegância. Teimavam em usar padrões discretos (como losangos, círculos e quadrados... do tamanho de caixas de chocolate Regina) em cores variadas com um toque de brilho. Os penteados afro e as patilhas faziam lembrar um Homo habillis ... especialmente quando ligadas ao bigode. Os óculos de massa eram herança da geração anterior... mas com apliques metálicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ... pouco há para dizer. Pela primeira vez a mulher acompanha as tendências do sexo oposto. Os penteados afro, os padrões e as cores são uma mera colagem da moda masculina. Apenas me lembro das sombras verdes-alface, os óculos grandes (tipo viseira do capacete de um soldador) e coloridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Década de 80 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aqui sim... o espectáculo começa. Chegam em força os fatos de bombazina, as gravatas de napa (finas como um cinto), os conjuntos de meias, camisolas e camisas no mesmo padrão. Os coletes desportivos para andar com calças de fazenda e sapatilhas Sanjo. As camisolas com manga tipo asa de morcego, os casacos de trespasse (tecido Príncipe de Gales no final da década). Os pés ficavam mais vistosos com a meia branca (por vezes desportivas e com duas raquetes cruzadas) ou com as confortáveis meias cinzentas felpudas. Os fatos de treino invadem as ruas: quem não se lembra do tradicional Tebe (sim... da mesma marca que fabricava as camisolas interiores), azul com fecho e listas laterais brancas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os folhos e as cores berrantes assumem o papel principal. As saías rodadas e de balão ganham terreno juntamente com os brincos argolados de45 cm de raio. As galochas Colibri para meninas em idade escolar, os sapatos de salto vermelhos e as sapatilhas de pano tomam o mercado. Mais elegantes que nunca, as jaquetas cintadas com botões forrados abrilhantam as festas ao som do disco sound . Convém não esquecer as fitas coloridas na cabeça e as ombreiras proeminentes... e acho que é tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora é a vossa vez... acrescentem o que acharem conveniente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113241946696304152?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113241946696304152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113241946696304152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113241946696304152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113241946696304152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/moda-1950-1980.html' title='Moda 1950-1980'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113172081198435981</id><published>2005-11-12T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:53:31.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Apanhados em Flagrante!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta rua já perdeu a decência...tss, tss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/apanhados%20em%20falgrante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na casa da Zirinha das PanQUECAS, o Teco Marreco (o gato) e o Negrão Fodilhão (o cão) foram surpreendidos numa troca intensa de carinhos. Dizem eles, que só estavam a confirmar se nenhum tinha apanhado a Gripe das Aves através de alguma pulga atrás da orelha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113172081198435981?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113172081198435981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113172081198435981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113172081198435981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113172081198435981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/apanhados-em-flagrante.html' title='Apanhados em Flagrante!!!!'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113166638454091349</id><published>2005-11-10T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:46:24.550Z</updated><title type='text'>No Crash Bar Aqui Da Rua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/a_prova_de_que_somos_todos_amadores.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/a_prova_de_que_somos_todos_amadores.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A prova de que somos todos amadores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113166638454091349?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113166638454091349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113166638454091349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113166638454091349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113166638454091349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-crash-bar-aqui-da-rua.html' title='No Crash Bar Aqui Da Rua...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113156925140360266</id><published>2005-11-10T04:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:47:31.420Z</updated><title type='text'>O Terror Desta Rua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje dedico este post a todos aqueles que, vivendo em apartamentos, se encontram inevitavelmente rodeados de vizinhos: eles estão por cima, em baixo e ao lado! Ah, os vizinhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há tanto por dizer sobre estas criaturas que muitas das vezes não vemos, mas sentimos à nossa volta como almas penadas que não "descolam". Não nos cruzamos com eles na garagem, nem no elevador,nem nas escadas, mas eles existem, eu garanto: ELES ESTÃO POR TODO O LADO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O mais interessante é que, a maior parte das vezes, mesmo sem lhes vermos a cara, somos capazes de vir a conhecer, melhor que ninguém, os estranhos hábitos dessas criaturas dispensáveis. Eu, que sempre tive a pouca sorte de viver rodeada de vizinhos, fui estabelecendo, ao longo dos anos, uma tipologia dos destes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Querem conhecer algumas das categorias mais interessantes que tive a oportunidade de classificar? Então, aqui vai! Afinal, vocês são boa gente e tenho a certeza que mesmo aqueles que têm a sorte de viver em casas, vivendas, casarões, solares, mansões ou mansardas vão descobrir motivo de interesse no meu estudo.Esclareço que todas as conclusões resultam da observação, ou melhor, da auscultação atenta dos peculiares sons emitidos pelo Homus Vizinhus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 - Homus Vizinhus Cowboy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele que, tendo decidido deixar o melhor país do mundo (leia-se USA, embora eu não partilhe desta opinião...), por razões que só o coração pode justificar, gosta de passar os seus serões junto do seu companheiro a ver antigos filmes de índios e cowboys. Até aqui, tudo bem, não fosse o senhor ser quase totalmente surdo. Foram longos os anos em que adormeci ao som relaxante de tiros de rifles, gritos de "stupid índios" em fúria, com muitos yyeehhhs! e yaaahhhs! a acompanhar a acção. Cheguei a desconfiar que no andar de cima não estivessem realmente a prestar muita atenção ao filme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 - Homus Vizinhus Higiénico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele que, depois de uma boa noite de descanso, é incapaz de sair da casa sem uma completa sessão de limpeza corporal por fora e por dentro. A este Homus Vizinhus não chega o duche. Depois de abandonar a banheira,passa pelo menos 15 minutos a assoar-se, outros 15 a expelir toda a expectoração acumulada durante o sono e minutos a esfregar furiosamenteo piaçaba na sanita, depois de alguns minutos de silêncio seguido e um"plof"! Este vizinho despeja o autoclismo pelo menos cinco vezes empouco mais de meia hora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3 - Homus Vizinhus Louco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele que, nunca tendo constituído família, insiste em envelhecer com a mãe já à beira do centenário. Passam o dia em animada gritaria,nomeadamente, e passo a citar, "estou farto da velha". O filho, como podem imaginar, está também ele passado dos miolos e exibe na rua os braços em chagas arranhados pela unhas da mãe que não quis tomar banho e que nunca conseguirá enfiar na banheira. A mãe, por sua vez, tem por hábito tentar fugas de casa gritando pelas escadas a baixo que vai morrer porque todos os ossos da cabeça lhe estão a sair pelo nariz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 - Homus Vizinhus Rebelde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele que, tendo nascido no que foi outrora uma família-bem-que-agora-não-tem-onde-cair-morta, se vê, em plena adolescência, entregue a si próprio e com um apartamento de quatro assoalhadas onde pode fazer o que lhe der na veneta. O seu passatempo preferido é sair da casa para as habituais noitadas e deixar instalada no quintal a hi-fi que, programada para as sete da manhã, despertará avizinhança ao som do "It's the final countdown", dos extintos Europe. A essa hora, ele estará algures na cidade a dormir sobre o seu próprio vomitado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 - Homus Vizinhus Violento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele que, estando na casa dos 40, não trabalha e faz da vida da família um autêntico inferno. Tem por hábito bater nas filhas ao mesmo tempo que grita: "Quem mexeu nas minhas cassetes!!!????", bate na mulhere faz as pazes de forma igualmente violenta, não sai à rua sem o Rotweiller e o bastão de basebol, ouve Santos e Pecadores com o volume no máximo e as indispensáveis colunas de Dolby Surround, e manda calar a catatua que encomendou a um contrabandista de animais selvagens com um inequívoco "#!$!*!#". Este Homus Violentus é também rádio amador, o que permite aos vizinhos ouvir diálogos interessantes, do género: "Aqui rola, chama pombo. Rola chama pombo! Ssssshhhhhh. Pombo à escuta. Pombo à escuta! Sssshhhhhhhh. Tempo limpo e frio. Ssssshhhhhhhhhh. Repito:tempo limpo e frio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meus caros, não vou aborrecer-vos mais com este tema. Dentro de alguns meses poderão encontrar a minha tese à venda nas melhores livrarias do país. E se quiserem contribuir para ela com mais alguma tipologia, por favor façam-no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113156925140360266?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113156925140360266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113156925140360266&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113156925140360266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113156925140360266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-terror-desta-rua.html' title='O Terror Desta Rua'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113130945155260049</id><published>2005-11-07T04:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:37:31.560Z</updated><title type='text'>No cemitério cá da rua....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Coincidences5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/400/Coincidences5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113130945155260049?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113130945155260049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113130945155260049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113130945155260049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113130945155260049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-cemitrio-c-da-rua.html' title='No cemitério cá da rua....'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113114543018963112</id><published>2005-11-05T07:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:03:50.190Z</updated><title type='text'>No Bar da Casa Pia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pergunta o barman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vai-me desculpar... mas porque raio esta a beber seis cervejas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Simples! (responde o rapaz) Estou a comemorar o meu primeiro broche!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!-Oh pá! Então os meus parabéns, e permita-me que lhe ofereça mais uma porconta da casa!- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não obrigado... se seis não me tirarem o gosto da boca, não vão ser sete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113114543018963112?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113114543018963112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113114543018963112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113114543018963112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113114543018963112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-bar-da-casa-pia.html' title='No Bar da Casa Pia'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113114512612113406</id><published>2005-11-05T06:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:58:46.130Z</updated><title type='text'>É Facto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sabem qual é a diferença entre medo e panico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MEDO: Quando um homem pela primeira vez, não consegue dar a segunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PANICO: Quando um homem pela segunda vez, não consegue dar a primeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113114512612113406?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113114512612113406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113114512612113406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113114512612113406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113114512612113406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/facto.html' title='É Facto'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113115944436564508</id><published>2005-11-05T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:57:24.380Z</updated><title type='text'>MTV European Music Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Emplastro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/Emplastro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/zecabra4pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/zecabra4pl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zé Cabra ganhou Prémio MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bolascomcreme.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=179&amp;Itemid=47&amp;amp;catid=68"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Best portuguese mongo ex-aequo com Emplastro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113115944436564508?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113115944436564508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113115944436564508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113115944436564508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113115944436564508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/mtv-european-music-awards.html' title='MTV European Music Awards'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113105780169496087</id><published>2005-11-04T06:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:43:21.716Z</updated><title type='text'>O Inesperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/1600/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1816/320/Batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E não é que hoje, tava muito bem numa aulinha vi o Batman!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele meu prof de Turismo e Ordenamento não pára de me surpreender... Será das orelhas bicudas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113105780169496087?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113105780169496087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113105780169496087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113105780169496087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113105780169496087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-inesperado.html' title='O Inesperado'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18533365.post-113087212641706521</id><published>2005-11-02T03:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:10:17.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Geração Marcada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo começava com uma frase que lançava o pânico entre os mais jovens:"E a seguir, da Checoslováquia chega mais uma curta animação deValentina Alekseevna e Yury Zhukovsky...". Passados 3 segundos, duas bolas de plasticina, três palitos e um aipo rodopiavam pelo ecrã ao som de Rachmaninoff tocado de trás para a frente. Eram assim as manhãs de domingo com Vasco Granja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os espectadores da altura, hoje homens e mulheres com quase "vinte e dez" anos, viviam 15 minutos de terror à espera que os verdadeiros desenhos animados começassem... e nada! Lá voltava o senhor Granja à tela para anunciar outro filme, desta vez oriundo da Sibéria, um original de Andrei Khrjanovsky e Alfred Schnittke com excertos da música de Rimsky Korsakov, interpretados por duas melancólicas balalaicas e um banjo russo!!!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era mais ou menos nesta altura que muitas crianças desenvolviam úlceras no estômago, e mais de metade entrava num estado profundo de narcolepsia-catalepsia. Depois de devidamente medicadas, e no fim deste pesadelo semanal, finalmente começavam os "bonecos"... mas sempre com uma toada trágica e repleta de personagens infelizes ou absolutamente deprimidas. Imaginem só o que nós sofremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heidi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É a história de uma menina de olhos esbugalhados, órfã, que vive isolada nos Alpes suíços com o avô. Se até aqui já parece deprimente, imagine que ela só tem dois amigos, o Pedro e a Clara... menos mal! não fosse o facto de esta amiga estar presa a uma cadeira de rodas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Calimero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta série conta a história de Calimero, um pequeno pintainho preto, que na cabeça usa uma casca de ovo. O que torna este enredo empolgante é que o Calimero é a personagem mais triste e infeliz da história da animação cinematográfica. Nada lhe corre bem na vida, e reza a lenda que não pode viver sem Prozac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Marco é um rapaz que passa a vida a viajar pelo Mundo à procura damãe! O jovem anda de porto em porto, com um macaquinho ao ombro, com um ar infeliz, a tocar realejo, a viver da misericórdia dos outros, enquanto a mãe está na Argentina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Candy Candy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesta série é contada a história de uma jovem órfã (para variar!) que abandona o orfanato para trabalhar como empregada doméstica! É uma vida de tristeza... já não bastava a menina ter nome de electrodoméstico, ser órfã, viver num orfanato no meio do nada, para terminar empregada numa casa de pessoas abastadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ana dos Cabelos Ruivos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confesso... não me lembro bem do enredo, mas lembro-me do cabelo vermelho com um corte digno de um prisioneiro de Auschwitz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18533365-113087212641706521?l=streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/feeds/113087212641706521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18533365&amp;postID=113087212641706521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113087212641706521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18533365/posts/default/113087212641706521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetoffumfaia.blogspot.com/2005/11/uma-gerao-marcada.html' title='Uma Geração Marcada...'/><author><name>Albana Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17384607213040623115</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-18533365.post-113086734170396991</id><published>2005-11-02T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:17:39.636Z</updated><title type='text'>O Início</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Blog não é para ter piada, é para mandar as patacoadas que se tem para mandar. 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