<?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-1968214290949706100</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:41:16.987Z</updated><title type='text'>No caminho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-2174227081366917479</id><published>2008-08-03T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:17:27.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, enquanto houver amizade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faremos as pazes de novo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, se a amizade permanecer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um de outro se há-de lembrar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, se formos amigos de verdade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade nos reaproximará. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, se ainda sobrar amizade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasceremos de novo, um para o outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vez de forma diferente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sendo único e inesquecível cada momento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos para sempre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há duas formas para viver a sua vida: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Albert_Einstein/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-2174227081366917479?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/2174227081366917479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=2174227081366917479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/2174227081366917479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/2174227081366917479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/08/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-6541108530104559</id><published>2008-04-09T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:14:18.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Tibet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R_v8MfQNoRI/AAAAAAAAADU/f7-Vs5GmJb8/s1600-h/FREE_TIBET_by_lvs2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187016687325389074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R_v8MfQNoRI/AAAAAAAAADU/f7-Vs5GmJb8/s320/FREE_TIBET_by_lvs2007.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/1968214290949706100-6541108530104559?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/6541108530104559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=6541108530104559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/6541108530104559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/6541108530104559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-tibet.html' title='Free Tibet'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R_v8MfQNoRI/AAAAAAAAADU/f7-Vs5GmJb8/s72-c/FREE_TIBET_by_lvs2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-4127406309474806099</id><published>2008-03-29T10:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:12:54.559Z</updated><title type='text'>A maior empresa do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;«Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não me esqueço de que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo, e posso evitar que ela vá à falência.Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e tornar-se um autor da própria história.É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "não". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.Pedras no caminho? Guardo-as todas, um dia vou construir um castelo....»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-4127406309474806099?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/4127406309474806099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=4127406309474806099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/4127406309474806099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/4127406309474806099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/03/posso-ter-defeitos-viver-ansioso-e.html' title='A maior empresa do mundo'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-744702944935521494</id><published>2008-03-19T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:04:06.418Z</updated><title type='text'>O Pirilampo e a Cobra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Pirilampo e a cobra&lt;br /&gt; ESTA É PROFUNDA!!...  -  QUANTAS COBRAS CONHECES???  &lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma cobra que começou a perseguir um pirilampo que só vivia para brilhar.Ele fugia rápido com medo da feroz predadora e a cobra nem pensava em desistir. Fugiu um dia e ela não desistia, dois dias e nada.No terceiro dia, já sem forças, o pirilampo parou e disse à cobra:- Posso fazer três perguntas?- Podes. Não costumo abrir esse precedente para ninguém mas já que te vou comer, podes perguntar. - Pertenço à tua cadeia alimentar?- Não.- Fiz-te alguma coisa?- Não.- Então porque é que me queres comer?- PORQUE NÃO SUPORTO VER-TE BRILHAR!!! E é assim,&lt;br /&gt;*Diariamente, tropeçamos em cobras! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-744702944935521494?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/744702944935521494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=744702944935521494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/744702944935521494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/744702944935521494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-pirilampo-e-cobra.html' title='O Pirilampo e a Cobra'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-2816921854699227523</id><published>2008-03-16T00:03:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:53:03.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Tour por Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xue4EoO6I/AAAAAAAAADE/TyhgvlRTBk8/s1600-h/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178135148296158114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xue4EoO6I/AAAAAAAAADE/TyhgvlRTBk8/s320/DSCN0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xrvIEoO0I/AAAAAAAAACU/VGFDY2cCknA/s1600-h/DSCN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178132128934148930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xrvIEoO0I/AAAAAAAAACU/VGFDY2cCknA/s320/DSCN0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178132459646630738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xsCYEoO1I/AAAAAAAAACc/D8KiK0ffeIg/s320/DSCN0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hoje está um dia lindo e apetece-me aproveita-lo ao máximo!&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que acordei.&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me cedo e arrumei tudo e rua! Tenis, jeans, top, camisola, mochila e maquina fotográfica. Pronta para a aventura.&lt;br /&gt;Chego à rua e penso no que me apetece fazer e onde ir.&lt;br /&gt;Carcavelos até Cascais? Hum... Parece-me bem mas deve estar cheio de pessoas e ainda alguém que não me apetece, por isso não.&lt;br /&gt;Parque das nações? Muitas pessoas... Ah já sei Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;É isso mesmo Lisboa, sábado de manha e com este sol, esta deserta.&lt;br /&gt;Lá fui até ao Príncipe Real. Assim que lá cheguei vi um mercado de produtos biológicos. Tem um óptimo aspecto, os vegetais, a fruta, o delicioso cheiro das especiarias.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a andar em direcção ao bairro alto, mas antes paro para comprar um chá fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;Chego ao miradouro, já esta restaurado, que vista fantástica. A vista para o castelo é linda, as pessoas estão alegres, o sol aquece a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me uma turista na minha cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xtPIEoO3I/AAAAAAAAACs/hvu4829CnWU/s1600-h/DSCN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178133778201590642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xtPIEoO3I/AAAAAAAAACs/hvu4829CnWU/s320/DSCN0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xtqYEoO4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aUrBGSOiPUc/s1600-h/DSCN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178134246353025922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xtqYEoO4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aUrBGSOiPUc/s320/DSCN0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entro para as ruas e ruelas do bairro alto. Vejo roupa, ténis, malas, brincos, tattoos, um pouco de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;15h estou a ficar com fome decido ir comer uma salada de frutas ao chiado e lá vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Perto da estátua do Fernando Pessoa vejo dezenas de pessoas, ouço dezenas de idiomas, vejo artistas de rua, vejo e sinto todos tão diferentes mas ao mesmo tempo tão iguais.&lt;br /&gt;Estão alegres, felizes e eu que já me sentia bem fui contagiada por esta boa energia e fiquei ainda mais bem disposta.&lt;br /&gt;Almoço rápido e sigo caminho. Próxima paragem Castelo de São Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;Percorro várias ruas, passo por grupos de turistas, entro nas lojas, lojas tradicionais, normais e alternativas. Sigo subo, direita, subo, esquerda, esquerda, subo, subo, subo e paro.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de te passado pela Sé mais um miradouro. Que vista! Vista para a outra margem e vista dos turistas maravilhados com Lisboa. Fico lá só a sentir, a ouvir, a ver. Deixo-me lá ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xueIEoO5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CLkoYtjyH3k/s1600-h/DSCN0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178135135411256210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xueIEoO5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CLkoYtjyH3k/s320/DSCN0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quanto tempo passou, mas esta na hora de continuar. Mais subidas, mais ruelas, mais esquerdas e direitas, mais subidas e já cheguei!&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei! Aproveito para tirar umas fotos, para cheirar as flores, para passear e sentir-me bem.&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de ir, o que me apetece fazer? Apetece-me ir para minha casa, sentar-me no cadeirão a beber o chá que comprei e descrever o dia de hoje. É isso que vou fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me uma turista na minha Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xus4EoO7I/AAAAAAAAADM/daMDgIPcu6g/s1600-h/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178135388814326706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xus4EoO7I/AAAAAAAAADM/daMDgIPcu6g/s320/DSCN0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/1968214290949706100-2816921854699227523?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/2816921854699227523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=2816921854699227523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/2816921854699227523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/2816921854699227523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/03/tour-por-lisboa.html' title='Tour por Lisboa'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R9xue4EoO6I/AAAAAAAAADE/TyhgvlRTBk8/s72-c/DSCN0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-6695136477941973622</id><published>2008-03-11T13:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:39:40.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Adele-Chasing Pavements&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've made up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to think it over,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm wrong i am right,&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look no further,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't lust,&lt;br /&gt;I know this is love but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i tell the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say enough,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was not said to you,&lt;br /&gt;And thats exactly what i need to do,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even if i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd build myself up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fly around in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Wait then as my heart drops,&lt;br /&gt;And my back begins to tingle&lt;br /&gt;Finally could this be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even if i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even if i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qz7vGW2_5c0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qz7vGW2_5c0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-6695136477941973622?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/6695136477941973622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=6695136477941973622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/6695136477941973622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/6695136477941973622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/03/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-5160672390375086186</id><published>2008-02-25T00:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:16:00.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Hardest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same…&lt;br /&gt;Esta frase nunca me pareceu tão verdadeira como ultimamente, principalmente hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Tomei a decisão de cortar com o passado, de cortar parte do passado, que ainda estava presente e que não me deixava completamente livre.&lt;br /&gt;Livre para me permitir outras coisas, livre para me permitir não pensar no que me magoo, livre para ser ainda mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Custou-me bastante fazer este corte, tanto que fiquei um tempo sem respirar. Mas sei que foi o mais correcto e o melhor para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo esta música como banda sonora dos vossos pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GranPG_5iKI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GranPG_5iKI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-5160672390375086186?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/5160672390375086186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=5160672390375086186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/5160672390375086186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/5160672390375086186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-hardest-thing-and-right-thing.html' title='Hardest thing'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-2693408887478109550</id><published>2008-02-11T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:31:01.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R7Dano915yI/AAAAAAAAACM/1VQk3Aaz7_I/s1600-h/The_Evolution__by_Uribaani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165869147140515618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R7Dano915yI/AAAAAAAAACM/1VQk3Aaz7_I/s320/The_Evolution__by_Uribaani.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/1968214290949706100-2693408887478109550?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/2693408887478109550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=2693408887478109550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/2693408887478109550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/2693408887478109550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/02/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R7Dano915yI/AAAAAAAAACM/1VQk3Aaz7_I/s72-c/The_Evolution__by_Uribaani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-1605332101439364078</id><published>2008-02-09T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:35:02.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Grande dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R6z1JRQTlKI/AAAAAAAAACE/wLN6JKb61Rg/s1600-h/1332gulbenkian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164772412286538914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R6z1JRQTlKI/AAAAAAAAACE/wLN6JKb61Rg/s320/1332gulbenkian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje tive um grande dia.&lt;br /&gt;Acordei a hora do costume 8.15, tomei o pequeno-almoço e fui fazer as minhas tarefas caseiras.&lt;br /&gt;Logo de seguida tomei um longo e relaxante banho e fui almoçar com a minha titi.&lt;br /&gt;Como estava de folga pensei aproveitar para estar com algumas pessoas que não tenho estado porque não tenho tido muito tempo. Por varias razoes foi impossível estar com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Então depois de almoço decidi ir para o sol.&lt;br /&gt;No caminha parei para fazer compras na “Zen” uma mala e uns incensos. E fui parar ao meu lugar cativo na Gulbenkian, em baixo da árvore mesmo de frente para o lago. Muito bom mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei para ler, para praticar a arte de meditar, estudar e pensar nas coisas que me andam a acontecer. Como estava a ficar mesmo quentinha deitei-me e adormeci. Que sono bom.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei havia menos pessoas e mais animais, de todas as espécies. E reparei em duas pessoas que estavam sentadas lá perto. Estavam sozinhas mas juntas. Confuso?&lt;br /&gt;Eu explico, essas duas pessoas estavam cada uma a fazer o que lhe apetecia, um a lia a outra dormia e lia. Mas estavam juntas, liberdade em conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;Isto deu-me uma certa nostalgia. Pensei que o ano passado eu estava naquela situação e era muito bom. Partilhar o silêncio com alguém é realmente fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;Final da tarde foi a beber uma chazinho com vista para o lago.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim o jantar foi em casa de uma amiga onde rimos, falamos e reflectimos sobre tudo um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma dia completamente diferente do que o que eu tinha planeado mas sem duvida muito bom.&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/1968214290949706100-1605332101439364078?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/1605332101439364078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=1605332101439364078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/1605332101439364078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/1605332101439364078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/02/grande-dia.html' title='Grande dia.'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R6z1JRQTlKI/AAAAAAAAACE/wLN6JKb61Rg/s72-c/1332gulbenkian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-834831710114756063</id><published>2008-02-03T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:43:33.558Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas Boas para se Fazerem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R6ZRqRQTlJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jE7RvesC1C8/s1600-h/20071128_helena01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162903809455002770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R6ZRqRQTlJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jE7RvesC1C8/s320/20071128_helena01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá!Comecei o ano a fazer ou atentar fazer muitas coisas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umas já fiz, outras vou fazendo e outras irei fazer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas das coisas que fiz vou partilha-las porque as acho muito boas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ir ao teatro, vão. É óptimo e ate se arranja peças com preços super acessíveis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fui ver Evil Machines no Teatro São Luís. É um musical, muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Os actores são muito bons a actriz principal tem uma voz fantástica e ainda temos o bónus de os rirmos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outra é ver Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. É um pouco sangrento e nunca mais se tem desejos de comer carne picada ou empadas na rua, mas mesmo assim vale a pena ver o Johnny Depp a cantar, e mais quatro ou cinto bons actores numa nova vertente o musical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que gostem tanto como eu gostei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Num mês não fiz só isto, obvio, mas o resto não posso dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5lDTvIZdcQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5lDTvIZdcQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-834831710114756063?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/834831710114756063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=834831710114756063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/834831710114756063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/834831710114756063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/02/olcomecei-o-ano-fazer-ou-atentar-fazer.html' title='Coisas Boas para se Fazerem'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R6ZRqRQTlJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jE7RvesC1C8/s72-c/20071128_helena01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-5754501812316088706</id><published>2008-01-24T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:35:18.200Z</updated><title type='text'>O Escorpião e o Sapo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R5j1_hQTlII/AAAAAAAAAB0/qv7cyBKL4bo/s1600-h/scorpion_and_frog_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159143844760228994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R5j1_hQTlII/AAAAAAAAAB0/qv7cyBKL4bo/s320/scorpion_and_frog_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passou bastante tempo desde que aqui escrevo, muito pouco tempo livre o que é muito bom sinal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vou-vos deixar aqui uma fábula. Bem verdadeira que me aconteceu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já ouviram falar da fábula do escorpião e do sapo? Não? Aqui fica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certa vez, um escorpião aproximou-se de um sapo que estava na beira de um rio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O escorpião vinha fazer um pedido:&lt;br /&gt;"Sapinho, podes me carregar até a outra margem deste rio tão largo?"&lt;br /&gt;O sapo respondeu: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Só se eu fosse tolo! Vais me picar, eu vou ficar paralisado e vou me afundar."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disse o escorpião: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Isso é ridículo! Se eu te picasse, ambos afundaríamos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confiando na lógica do escorpião, o sapo concordou e levou o escorpião nas costas, enquanto nadava para atravessar o rio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meio do rio, o escorpião cravou seu ferrão no sapo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atingido pelo veneno, e já começando a afundar, o sapo voltou-se para o escorpião e perguntou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Por quê? Por quê? Vamos morrer os dois!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o escorpião respondeu: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Por que sou um escorpião e essa é a minha natureza"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não conhecia esta fábula ate um escorpião a ter contado. Mesmo assim achei que ele não me ia "matar".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem realmente escorpião é e será sempre escorpião. Não me matou mas paralisou-me durante um tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso já sabes quando alguém te contar alguma coisa deste género, foge, corre e não olhes para trás.&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-5754501812316088706?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/5754501812316088706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=5754501812316088706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/5754501812316088706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/5754501812316088706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-escorpio-e-o-sapo.html' title='O Escorpião e o Sapo'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R5j1_hQTlII/AAAAAAAAAB0/qv7cyBKL4bo/s72-c/scorpion_and_frog_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-6229776771882247065</id><published>2007-12-28T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:10:05.203Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bom dia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vejo muita televisão, mas ainda bem que as vezes vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Este anuncio é fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o achem tão puro e bonito quanto eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sem duvida este anuncio esta no caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada e tudo de bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPC2uZG97ls&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPC2uZG97ls&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-6229776771882247065?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/6229776771882247065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=6229776771882247065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/6229776771882247065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/6229776771882247065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2007/12/bom-dia-eu-no-vejo-muita-televiso-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-8530741435605951155</id><published>2007-12-19T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:04:53.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Acordei estava um dia lindo de sol e muito frio.&lt;br /&gt;Como estava de folga decidi ir tratar do meu quarto, mais propriamente da minha varanda. Limpei tudo e depois fui tratar do canteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Estava dividido em dois. Uma parte estava muito viva, cheia de verde, a outra não nascia lã nada.&lt;br /&gt;Há muito que queria ter feito isto e hoje era o dia ideal para tratar de por tudo fértil.&lt;br /&gt;Então pus as mãos à terra, com música apropriada a um momento natural, e comecei a cavar. Assim que comecei percebi logo que a terra estava cheia de pequenas raízes. Com calma comecei a separas as raízes da terra mas estava numa posição complicada pois o canteiro tem umas barras de ferro que não permite muito movimento da varanda para ele. Mesmo assim continuei as raízes iam para o lixo e a terra para o canteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que cavava via mais raízes, cada vez maiores e menos terra.&lt;br /&gt;Passei horas a separar até que encontrei a raiz “mãe” era enorme tinha a largura de 3 dedos. Foi a mais difícil, tive de cavar à volta, tive de ver de onde vinha e para onde ia. Quando descobri vi que vinha do lado, que não era de nada meu, que tinha começado a nascer no meu lado sem eu dar por isso e ia a caminho do lado verde. Estava a matar aos poucos o que eu tinha plantado, estava a alimentar dos nutrientes e das minerais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu claro puxei e claro que me aleijei. Então vi que tinha de ser devagar com carinho e paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Cavei mais fundo, separei a terra das raízes todas, e quando estava só a grande raiz vi que tinha ramadas também já de alguma dimensão.&lt;br /&gt;Tive de corta-las uma a uma, com muita calma e persistência, porque as barras de ferro estavam mesmo no lugar onde eu precisava de cortar.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente acabei, repus a terra, reguei e limpei tudo a volta. Tratei das minhas feridas e tomei um bom banho relaxante.&lt;br /&gt;Agora já posso plantar o que quiser porque ira nascer. Nascerá verde e cheio de força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achas estranho eu estar a falar disto certo? Pois mas enquanto eu estava nesta tarefa apercebi-me de quanto isto se aplica a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Vê isto como uma metáfora à vida.&lt;br /&gt;Beijoca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-8530741435605951155?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/8530741435605951155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=8530741435605951155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/8530741435605951155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/8530741435605951155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2007/12/bom-dia-acordei-estava-um-dia-lindo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1968214290949706100.post-7411858594742386351</id><published>2007-12-17T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:35:19.539Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;No caminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Este é o meu novo blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;O ultimo que tive por motivos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;técnicos&lt;/span&gt; e talvez alguns pessoais ficou desactivado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Assim sendo hoje começo um novo. Aqui vou escrever desabafos, sonhos e memorias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Espero que o visitem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Se tiverem blog mandem-me os vossos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;links&lt;/span&gt;. Obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Bjocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1968214290949706100-7411858594742386351?l=diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/feeds/7411858594742386351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1968214290949706100&amp;postID=7411858594742386351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/7411858594742386351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1968214290949706100/posts/default/7411858594742386351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diana-no-caminho.blogspot.com/2007/12/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860494019553548845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZuWLJS8CyiQ/R2bGfUppaRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-FDezpfJnM/S220/IMG_00114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
