<?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-10283741</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:30:45.524Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios de uma alma caprichosa...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1791665606020191971</id><published>2012-02-14T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-14T12:28:13.713Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-i3cDFi6Z4k?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me to the core to see how judgmental people can be when minding other people's business. According to some of the testimony being shared on social networks, one should simply not mourn Whitney Houston's death because she was a drug addict and an alcoholic. Really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone so confidently pass judgement on someone else's life? Do people still believe in this day and age that celebrities are not entitled to be unhappy just because they are rich and famous? Does anyone still believe that money can buy happiness? Tolstoy once said that "happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way". I believe the same can be said for each and every one of us as individuals. There is no way to measure unhappiness and it is true that not every unhappy person turns to drugs or alcohol but who's to say that my way of coping with unhappiness is better than yours? Do we really believe that those who turn to alcohol or drugs do it to willingly throw their lives away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten how easy it is to succumb to peer pressure in our teenage years? How cool we were because we smoked or got drop dead drunk at a party? How many of us continued to experiment with alcohol or drugs all the way through college? How many of us still go out for drinks after a hard day's work because we see alcohol as something that can help us unwind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The truth of the matter is that anyone of us could have easily fallen into the eager claws of alcohol and drug addiction. For those of us who escaped unharmed: HORAY! But is it really fair to say that those who became hopelessly addicted don't deserve our empathy? The word addiction in itself means "a compulsive physiological and psychological need for a habit-forming substance" so can we ease up on the judgement people and simply remember how talented Whitney was and how her beautiful voice and songs inspired us all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1791665606020191971?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1791665606020191971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1791665606020191971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1791665606020191971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1791665606020191971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-sickens-me-to-core-to-see-how_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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://img.youtube.com/vi/-i3cDFi6Z4k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5890081195696901454</id><published>2012-01-18T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:44:58.661Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A consulta estava marcada para as 16h00. Chegou 15 minutos mais cedo como de costume. Sentiu o mau estar habitual provocado por um misto de adrenalina e medo. Aquele cheiro, o barulho da broca faziam-na estremecer. Nunca gostara de idas ao dentista. Chamaram-na quase de imediato. Ela respirou fundo e entrou... 5 minutos depois estava a sair do gabinete incrédula. 5 minutos bastaram para ficar sem o último ciso e sem juízo. Quando entrou para o carro, olhou para o relógio, eram 16h00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5890081195696901454?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5890081195696901454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5890081195696901454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5890081195696901454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5890081195696901454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2012/01/consulta-estava-marcada-para-as-16h00.html' title=''/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-6132275677804843439</id><published>2012-01-15T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:41:02.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Today I don't feel like doing anything... Nothing at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fLexgOxsZu0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-6132275677804843439?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/6132275677804843439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=6132275677804843439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6132275677804843439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6132275677804843439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-i-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html' title='Today I don&apos;t feel like doing anything... Nothing at all.'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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://img.youtube.com/vi/fLexgOxsZu0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-569050696197870981</id><published>2012-01-13T18:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:53:32.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira 13 e o SNS</title><content type='html'>Nada como uma visita a um centro de saúde para quebrar a rotina e agradecer o facto de ter um seguro de saúde. Já não recorria aos serviços do SNS há anos mas hoje lá teve de ser. Importa referir que mudei de residência há uns anos, logo já não pertencia ao mesmo centro de saúde. Depois de descobrir onde era o centro de saúde da minha área de residência (sim, já cá moro há quase 4 anos e não sabia onde era o dito cujo), tive que tirar duas senhas e, de ambas as vezes, quando chegou a minha vez informaram-me, com a usual antipatia, que estava na fila errada com aquele ar de quem está a pensar "Duh!!! és parva, ou quê?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando finalmente cheguei à fila certa, não tinha todos os documentos necessários para poder me inscrever no meu novo centro de saúde. Shocking, right? Lá tive que ir a casa à procura de um comprovativo de morada e na era das facturas digitais agradeci aos SMAS por ainda não terem essa opção pois quando abri a caixa do correio, lá estava uma facturazinha para eu poder levar aos senhores do Centro de Saúde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta àquele nobre estabelecimento, aguardei pacientemente enquanto um funcionário em formação aprendia a inscrever novos utentes naquele monstro a que chamam computador. Ainda por cima enquanto estava a ser atendida, um desses malandos apagou um email que um dos outros funcionários tinha recebido, sendo necessária a intervenção urgente da formadora do funcionário que me estava a atender para recuperar o email desaparecido da pasta de itens eliminados do outlook do seu colega. Árdua tarefa, não concordam? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma espera que me pareceu infindável (pensam que é fácil introduzir, nome completo, data de nascimento, morada, número de BI, NIF, Segurança Social e de Utente de uma pessoa?), estava inscrita no meu novo centro de sáude. Quelle joie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informei então, na qualidade de utente daquele magnífico estabelecimento, que precisava de uma baixa baseada no atestado que me tinha sido passado pelo meu médico. (Viva a burocracia e a duplicação de tarefas! Viva!) Fui informada que já não havia "consultas do dia" e que como não tinha um "médico de família" não podia fazer marcações por telefone e teria que voltar ao Centro de Saúde na próxima Terça-feira às 08h00 para tirar uma senha que me garantiria, ou não, uma "consulta do dia" entre as 10h00 e as 11h00. "Mas chegue antes das 08h00 menina porque só disponibilizamos duas ou três destas senhas. Se não conseguir a senha das 08h terá de voltar ao meio dia para tentar conseguir uma senha para a consulta da tarde (entre as 18h e as 19h)". Makes perfect sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et voilà, bem diz o ditado que não há duas sem três pois serão pelo menos 3 o número de vezes que terei de lá ir para conseguir a minha baixa. Bem vistas as coisas dá muito mais trabalho estar doente do que ir trabalhar. Vale a pena pensar nisso, pelo menos até Terça... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-569050696197870981?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/569050696197870981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=569050696197870981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/569050696197870981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/569050696197870981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2012/01/sexta-feira-13-e-o-sns.html' title='Sexta-feira 13 e o SNS'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-3219936573988407106</id><published>2012-01-09T17:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:34:20.864Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nem sei bem por onde começar depois de tanto tempo em silêncio... Mais um ano veio e foi e posso dizer com toda a certeza que 2011 não deixará saudades. Foi um ano de muitas perdas (umas mais dolorosas que outras) e de muitas desilusões, mas foi também um ano de muita aprendizagem. Certo é que algumas lições preferíamos não ter que aprender pois o conhecimento traz, por vezes, uma perda de inocência que afecta o modo como vemos o mundo e como nos relacionamos com as pessoas à nossa volta. Chegada a hora do balanço, 2011, apesar de todos os reveses, curou a minha miopia e permitiu-me entrar em 2012 de olhos bem abertos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3219936573988407106?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3219936573988407106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3219936573988407106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3219936573988407106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3219936573988407106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2012/01/nem-sei-bem-por-onde-comecar-depois-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-3687828196364881092</id><published>2011-10-25T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:08:05.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows?</title><content type='html'>I guess the hardest part is to just get started. It's not like I have anything important to say but still, isn't it better than not saying anything at all? And who knows? It might get interesting along the way... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3687828196364881092?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3687828196364881092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3687828196364881092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3687828196364881092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3687828196364881092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-knows.html' title='Who knows?'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-5578740773343729410</id><published>2011-01-01T16:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:05:12.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo! Benvindo 2011!</title><content type='html'>"Quem teve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias,&lt;br /&gt;a que se deu o nome de ano,&lt;br /&gt;foi um indivíduo genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrializou a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos.&lt;br /&gt;Aí entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez, com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui pra diante vai ser diferente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pois que inspirada por estas sábias palavras, dou as boas vindas a 2011, com a esperança renovada e certa que, de hoje em diante, vai ser diferente! Feliz Ano Novo a todos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/TR9d7wXWClI/AAAAAAAAA6I/85CO8vytUA0/s1600/Happy%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/TR9d7wXWClI/AAAAAAAAA6I/85CO8vytUA0/s400/Happy%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557263746374961746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5578740773343729410?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5578740773343729410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5578740773343729410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5578740773343729410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5578740773343729410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-ano-novo-benvindo-2011.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo! Benvindo 2011!'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/TR9d7wXWClI/AAAAAAAAA6I/85CO8vytUA0/s72-c/Happy%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5521516592907219936</id><published>2010-03-17T20:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:00:46.919Z</updated><title type='text'>I guess I just haven't met you yet... ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything lasts.&lt;br /&gt;I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk myself in.&lt;br /&gt;I talk myself out.&lt;br /&gt;I get all worked up, then I let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so very hard not to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a million excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I thought of every possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know someday that it'll all turn out.&lt;br /&gt;You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;And promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's half timing, &lt;br /&gt;And the other half's luck.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it's right.&lt;br /&gt;You'll come out of nowhere and into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And baby your love is gonna change me.&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I know that it'll all turn out.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you, kid, I'll give so much more than I get.&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all's fair.&lt;br /&gt;In love and war.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't need to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;We'll get it right and, &lt;br /&gt;We'll be united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And being in your life is gonna change me.&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every single possibility, mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday I know it'll all turn out.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll work to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;Promise you, kid, I'll give more than I get, &lt;br /&gt;Than I get, than I get, than I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it'll all turn out.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you, kid, to give so much more than I get.&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, promise you, kid, to give so much than I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I said love, love, love, love...)&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bublé - Haven't Met You Yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5521516592907219936?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5521516592907219936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5521516592907219936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5521516592907219936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5521516592907219936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-guess-i-just-haven-met-you-yet.html' title='I guess I just haven&amp;#39;t met you yet... ;-)'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-6532519832969549900</id><published>2010-01-01T13:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:34:43.779Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/d4j46bgpDCU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/d4j46bgpDCU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sei que andei um pouco ausente o ano passado mas há alturas em que o silêncio fala por si... &lt;br /&gt;Felizmente,  não há bem que sempre dure nem mal que nunca acabe e por pior que seja um ano ele tem apenas doze meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 despediu-se ontem, ergueram-se taças de champagne, pediram-se desejos ao som das 12 badaladas (sim porque eu não gosto de passas) e hoje com 2010 renasce a esperança.  "E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida..."  (já a caminho dos 35 esperemos bem que sim...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como manda o figurino "ano novo, vida nova" (que frase tão cliché...) mas este ano as resoluções são antigas (resolvi  cumprir as do ano passado antes de fazer resoluções novas) e aqui vão elas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rir muito&lt;br /&gt;- Disfrutar da companhia de familiares e amigos&lt;br /&gt;- Ir a Paris&lt;br /&gt;- Concretizar um sonho (mesmo que não seja um dos meus)&lt;br /&gt;- Começar a cuidar de mim (É desta mãezinha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et voilà... Agora deixo-vos com esta maravilhosa música que infelizmente define o ano que passou mais do que gostaria de admitir... ("Now this is my time, I'm going to make this moment mine. So wait for me this time!!!")&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time - Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, where did you go? &lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me here alone? &lt;br /&gt;Wait, don't go so fast&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing the moments as they pass&lt;br /&gt;Now I've looked in the mirror and the world's getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm down I'm down on my knees I'm begging for all your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;But you (I'm just an illusion) you don't seem to care (I wish that I could)&lt;br /&gt;You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)&lt;br /&gt;Now I've looked in the mirror and the world's getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me this time&lt;br /&gt;I should've know better&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have wasted those days&lt;br /&gt;And afternoons and mornings&lt;br /&gt;I threw them all away&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make this moment mine.&lt;br /&gt;(I shouldn't have wasted those days)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;I've looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;My world's getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me this time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-6532519832969549900?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/6532519832969549900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=6532519832969549900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6532519832969549900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6532519832969549900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-3489312815467602818</id><published>2009-05-22T18:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:00:31.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faz hoje um ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/ShboHj9UrXI/AAAAAAAAA48/brZ4y9LdbM8/s1600-h/avo+e+netos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/ShboHj9UrXI/AAAAAAAAA48/brZ4y9LdbM8/s320/avo+e+netos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338709624903478642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje um ano que te vi pela última vez...Fui almoçar a tua casa a seguir ao trabalho (almoço às 16h30). Ainda me lembro da ementa (hum...feijoada à moda da avó Estrela), da nossa última conversa (igual a ti próprio até ao fim Sr. dos Passos) e de me despedir de ti certa que te voltaria a ver em breve...&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje um ano que te vi pela última vez e que tu olhaste pra mim e sorriste...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que não te entristeças ao ver como há coisas que desmoronam como um castelo de cartas à mínima brisa. Espero que continues a "gargalhefar sinicamente" e que continues a olhar por nós...hoje e sempre. Eterna saudade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3489312815467602818?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3489312815467602818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3489312815467602818' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3489312815467602818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3489312815467602818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/05/faz-hoje-um-ano.html' title='Faz hoje um ano...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/ShboHj9UrXI/AAAAAAAAA48/brZ4y9LdbM8/s72-c/avo+e+netos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-9112843026960435371</id><published>2009-05-16T14:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:01:30.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Sg7HJndtPaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/4On1Dl5NLPY/s1600-h/Taz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Sg7HJndtPaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/4On1Dl5NLPY/s200/Taz.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336421576506949026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei há umas semanas (provavelmente motivada por mais um aniversário e um número crescente de velas no bolo) uma nova etapa na minha vida. Saí finalmente da idade dos "porquês" e entrei na idade dos "porque não". Nesta caminhada que é a década dos 30, resolvi que não queria mais perder tempo questionando o passado e as decisões que tomei (ou as que tomaram por mim) e resolvi entregar-me à míriade de oportunidades que os "porque não" me podem trazer. Curiosamente, elas já começaram a aparecer. Algo me diz que vou gostar desta fase... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-9112843026960435371?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/9112843026960435371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=9112843026960435371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9112843026960435371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9112843026960435371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-porque-nao.html' title='E porque não?'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/Sg7HJndtPaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/4On1Dl5NLPY/s72-c/Taz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-8609429670004475192</id><published>2009-04-27T12:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:35:57.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns para mim...</title><content type='html'>Pois é mais um aninho, mais uma velinha, eu mais velhinha, com menos juízo mas com os mesmos amigos de sempre... Obrigada por mais um dia bem passado. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Aveiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXqlvzW2uI/AAAAAAAAA30/4tRCNdzyllw/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXqlvzW2uI/AAAAAAAAA30/4tRCNdzyllw/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329423668270783202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Netjets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXql-PrXBI/AAAAAAAAA38/A7YkJdwd2Uw/s1600-h/NJ+afteroon+shift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXql-PrXBI/AAAAAAAAA38/A7YkJdwd2Uw/s320/NJ+afteroon+shift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329423672147663890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na marina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXql6XB5mI/AAAAAAAAA4E/l2SLdky3UFY/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXql6XB5mI/AAAAAAAAA4E/l2SLdky3UFY/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329423671104759394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXqmLRbSoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/p7LlKZ6emiY/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXqmLRbSoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/p7LlKZ6emiY/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329423675644660354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pró ano há mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-8609429670004475192?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/8609429670004475192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=8609429670004475192' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8609429670004475192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8609429670004475192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/04/parabens-para-mim.html' title='Parabéns para mim...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SfXqlvzW2uI/AAAAAAAAA30/4tRCNdzyllw/s72-c/IMG_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1275358680777119958</id><published>2009-03-07T14:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:02:20.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente porque me apeteceu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment babay sing with me&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate &lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooch on over closer dear&lt;br /&gt;And i will nibble your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;Please don't, please don't, please don't&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This oh this this is out fate, I'm yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jason Mraz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1275358680777119958?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1275358680777119958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1275358680777119958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1275358680777119958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1275358680777119958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplesmente-porque-me-apeteceu.html' title='Simplesmente porque me apeteceu...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-4098420466522019739</id><published>2009-02-07T16:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:06:02.790Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta pro meu aconchego...</title><content type='html'>Como diriam os ingleses "Be it ever so humble, there is NO place like home!" Voltei, após 7 semanas pra minha casinha na "província". Revi a minha gatinha que está enorme, revi a minha família, os meus colegas de trabalho e as minhas amigas. &lt;br /&gt;Ainda com "jetlag" fui reencontrá-las no Irish (26/01) pra um dos nossos jantares especiais. &lt;br /&gt;"Que saudades que eu ja tinha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2-goXX3DI/AAAAAAAAA3s/H0snCdLIFdE/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2-goXX3DI/AAAAAAAAA3s/H0snCdLIFdE/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300101804285484082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2-giaOEYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xctRjPBF10A/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2-giaOEYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xctRjPBF10A/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300101802686812546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo há mais!! Lá estaremos quase todas na festa de anos da Su!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pedro e Francisco desculpem qualquer coisinha mas não nos víamos há MUITO tempo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4098420466522019739?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4098420466522019739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4098420466522019739' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4098420466522019739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4098420466522019739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-volta-pro-meu-aconchego.html' title='De volta pro meu aconchego...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2-goXX3DI/AAAAAAAAA3s/H0snCdLIFdE/s72-c/IMG_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-7254580432047295010</id><published>2009-02-07T15:34:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:51:17.454Z</updated><title type='text'>E antes de regressar...</title><content type='html'>"Adeus Columbus" disse baixinho ao ver pela janela do avião a cidade a ficar cada vez mais pequenina. Já passaram 6 semanas. Quem diria... Próxima paragem...Newark, Wachtung, Princeton e NY quase 16 anos depois. Nunca pensei voltar até porque não recordo os meus "high school years" com muito carinho. Dei por mim a pensar que realmente o tempo cura tudo e a semana passada em Princeton acabou por ser bem animada...&lt;br /&gt;Houve tempo para organizar reencontros, rever amigas que julguei nunca mais voltar a ver, conhecer as novas gerações, visitar museus, passear a pé em NY, fazer compras e partir, mas desta vez, com vontade de voltar um dia... Obrigada a todos que tornaram a nossa estadia numa semana memorável!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam alguns momentos desta semana que soube a pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À chegada a 1ª surpresa: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2tZ15dIoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/z16lFyKVLcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2tZ15dIoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/z16lFyKVLcQ/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300082995961340546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Wachtung:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2taHgH8YI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7GYfJUGbx0E/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2taHgH8YI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7GYfJUGbx0E/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300083000686932354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mari 16 anos depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2taIOt4hI/AAAAAAAAAzk/P3nlSEidovk/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2taIOt4hI/AAAAAAAAAzk/P3nlSEidovk/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300083000882356754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A família da Mari (Tamas, Eric e o Lucas a caminho):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2takfRuxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pWrhexBgH-o/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2takfRuxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pWrhexBgH-o/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300083008468007698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O almoço surpresa em casa da Ute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vP3aWO5I/AAAAAAAAA0M/2_GlIYrRS20/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vP3aWO5I/AAAAAAAAA0M/2_GlIYrRS20/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300085023592299410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vOA7h9DI/AAAAAAAAAz0/mAgA1tSWj-M/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vOA7h9DI/AAAAAAAAAz0/mAgA1tSWj-M/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300084991787660338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vOVAIdqI/AAAAAAAAAz8/CJNlDZHvw_g/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vOVAIdqI/AAAAAAAAAz8/CJNlDZHvw_g/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300084997175670434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vPdoOfmI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Z0ska-sMB_8/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2vPdoOfmI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Z0ska-sMB_8/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300085016671190626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24YWL32EI/AAAAAAAAA20/Cv6rorf4E5I/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24YWL32EI/AAAAAAAAA20/Cv6rorf4E5I/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300095064896690242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova Iorque (estava MUITO frio):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUQbcf_I/AAAAAAAAA0U/bTe9lFi9_U8/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUQbcf_I/AAAAAAAAA0U/bTe9lFi9_U8/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087298050523122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xzO3ucHI/AAAAAAAAA08/TcGliuHCN4o/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xzO3ucHI/AAAAAAAAA08/TcGliuHCN4o/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087830208213106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ª Avenida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xzEQiN1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/zMrjzvIUYq0/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xzEQiN1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/zMrjzvIUYq0/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087827359479634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUmx-4tI/AAAAAAAAA0c/0d64keTQ3pQ/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUmx-4tI/AAAAAAAAA0c/0d64keTQ3pQ/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087304050631378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUmQz-kI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NNOiHxUOT-0/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUmQz-kI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NNOiHxUOT-0/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087303911504450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metropolitan Museum of Art (sala de uma das cenas do filme "When Harry Met Sally"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xVIDg4CI/AAAAAAAAA00/_PcroYFLgNU/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xVIDg4CI/AAAAAAAAA00/_PcroYFLgNU/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087312982532130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUzWhVOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/J7LFdWig4Oc/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2xUzWhVOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/J7LFdWig4Oc/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087307425109218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton regresso ao passado (Princeton University, Palmer Square, Nassau Street):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dc12bcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/eqkvyCZPqAY/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dc12bcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/eqkvyCZPqAY/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090754536205762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dvv3iVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/fAndZdBJhW4/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dvv3iVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/fAndZdBJhW4/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090759611386194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dq4nx5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/7ny0xpx53f8/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dq4nx5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/7ny0xpx53f8/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090758305925010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dv_gPLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/TaRoB4eoK2E/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20dv_gPLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/TaRoB4eoK2E/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090759676968114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20d6Y_fwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lOCzxSBuvEo/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY20d6Y_fwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lOCzxSBuvEo/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090762468228866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa 1ª casa em Princeton (a última onde vivemos os 4):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22B8i7YfI/AAAAAAAAA10/hz3xhZW28yI/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22B8i7YfI/AAAAAAAAA10/hz3xhZW28yI/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300092481033691634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa última casa em Princeton: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22CIy_RVI/AAAAAAAAA18/hDDt4KNPZ4c/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22CIy_RVI/AAAAAAAAA18/hDDt4KNPZ4c/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300092484322280786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton High School povoada de momentos agri-doces (GO TIGERS!!! Class of '93!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22CPdaT3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/4A7UBMYaO5c/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22CPdaT3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/4A7UBMYaO5c/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300092486110826354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22CGVNmAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Vzu6-iNkgRM/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22CGVNmAI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Vzu6-iNkgRM/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300092483660519426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mães e filhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22Cei4g2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/60sxCPYqGng/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY22Cei4g2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/60sxCPYqGng/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300092490160309090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24XQvWrLI/AAAAAAAAA2c/jByrvbOddIA/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24XQvWrLI/AAAAAAAAA2c/jByrvbOddIA/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300095046255029426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY27YGN5XqI/AAAAAAAAA3c/i8LhXV70QiE/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY27YGN5XqI/AAAAAAAAA3c/i8LhXV70QiE/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300098359145094818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY27X8_OZhI/AAAAAAAAA3U/uK8zcGA9FhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY27X8_OZhI/AAAAAAAAA3U/uK8zcGA9FhQ/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300098356667639314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY27Xx4rV1I/AAAAAAAAA3M/ugn8SfdjSRU/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY27Xx4rV1I/AAAAAAAAA3M/ugn8SfdjSRU/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300098353687385938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa da nossa anfitriã Altina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24Yv-AGPI/AAAAAAAAA28/GwhqnR_s2sg/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24Yv-AGPI/AAAAAAAAA28/GwhqnR_s2sg/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300095071817832690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY25okj3upI/AAAAAAAAA3E/eDJ1l-uHJco/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY25okj3upI/AAAAAAAAA3E/eDJ1l-uHJco/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300096443144977042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda e Julia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24YHzLSAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/bZgsyMLr4-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24YHzLSAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/bZgsyMLr4-Y/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300095061035010050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott e Olivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24YKC_ZfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/j23Qg3G10IY/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY24YKC_ZfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/j23Qg3G10IY/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300095061638211058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma grande semana, não acham? Até qualquer dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7254580432047295010?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7254580432047295010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7254580432047295010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7254580432047295010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7254580432047295010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-antes-de-regressar.html' title='E antes de regressar...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2tZ15dIoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/z16lFyKVLcQ/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-2461220980538049261</id><published>2009-01-21T01:40:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:33:41.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Bush, Hello Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2pQ3slpgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wCk6Eg33vsI/s1600-h/barack-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2pQ3slpgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wCk6Eg33vsI/s320/barack-obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300078443778909698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao meio dia de ontém (12h04 pra ser mais precisa), Barak Obama tornou-se o 44º Presidente dos EU, dando inicio a uma nova era. (É o que se diz por aí!!!) &lt;br /&gt;O seu discurso, eloquente como sempre, teve 2 momentos que gostei o suficiente para trancrevê-los para a posteridade: "Your people will judge you by the amount of things you build and not by the amount of things you destroy" e ainda "We are &lt;br /&gt;willing to extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist". A ver vamos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2pRDfEQHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/K1TxojJ3zHc/s1600-h/USA_Map1_on_Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2pRDfEQHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/K1TxojJ3zHc/s320/USA_Map1_on_Flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300078446943420530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2461220980538049261?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2461220980538049261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2461220980538049261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2461220980538049261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2461220980538049261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bye-bush-hello-obama.html' title='Good-bye Bush, Hello Obama'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SY2pQ3slpgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wCk6Eg33vsI/s72-c/barack-obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-2628513476663349097</id><published>2009-01-16T19:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:02:46.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Columbus - A Aventura chega ao fim...</title><content type='html'>E se em vez de falar de mim, falasse das coisas que aconteceram no mundo durante a minha estadia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui vai: ainda mal sabia o caminho de casa para o trabalho, o Governador de Illinois, Rod Blagojevich, é acusado de ter "vendido" o lugar vago pelo presidente-eleito Barack Obama no senado. A proeza valeu-lhe o "impeachment" do seu cargo de governador e nem o seu notório talento de recitar poesia em conferências de imprensa lhe valeu. Um homem vestido de Pai Natal mata a  família da ex-mulher numa festa de Natal e põe fogo à casa. Como quem brinca com fogo, queima-se, o "Pai Natal" queimou-se (estragando o seu elaborado plano de fuga) e acabou por se matar em casa do irmão. Estrago total = 9 mortos. O tempo andou a aprontar das suas e os EU vêem uma vaga de frio pouco usual. A controversa morte do filho do John Travolta traz novamente à ribalta a Cientologia (religião ou culto?), Patrick Swayze é novamente hospitalizado, os Ohio Buckeyes jogaram contra os Texas Longhorns e perderam na recta final. A guerra na faixa de Gaza reata, a economia vai de mal a pior e a sogra do presidente eleito também vai pra Casa Branca. E na véspera do meu vôo pra Newark, um avião cai no rio Hudson mas graças a uma aterragem fantástica, os 150 passageiros a bordo sobreviveram e até houve quem andou na água... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et voilà, a aventura chegou ao fim mas ainda houve tempo pra mais uns momentos memoráveis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjogmxQLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/TgpPw61QE6c/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjogmxQLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/TgpPw61QE6c/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291979847247151282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente chega a Beata depois do vôo de dela de Newark pra Columbus ter sido cancelado devido ao mau tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjoiWelXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sYuLTfcdpQI/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjoiWelXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/sYuLTfcdpQI/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291979847715689842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu jantar de despedida em casa da Beata. (Um strogonoff de frango 5 estrelas, caipirinhas e muita animação)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjpcBHokI/AAAAAAAAAyM/RkZhT4cvxLc/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjpcBHokI/AAAAAAAAAyM/RkZhT4cvxLc/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291979863195361858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjpPih48I/AAAAAAAAAyE/SfDuEMD22hA/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjpPih48I/AAAAAAAAAyE/SfDuEMD22hA/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291979859845833666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjo8GcEqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/sI30pYmlaYU/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjo8GcEqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/sI30pYmlaYU/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291979854627738274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlf70oBKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/w7KdlD2glqE/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlf70oBKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/w7KdlD2glqE/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291981898957456546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlfmceY6I/AAAAAAAAAyU/mPt_8omv0Aw/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlfmceY6I/AAAAAAAAAyU/mPt_8omv0Aw/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291981893219017634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlfwf33jI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Sewe3iRIF2U/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlfwf33jI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Sewe3iRIF2U/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291981895917624882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlf3oLw9I/AAAAAAAAAys/5j4FPZU01Vw/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDlf3oLw9I/AAAAAAAAAys/5j4FPZU01Vw/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291981897831531474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora rumo a Nova Iorque...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2628513476663349097?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2628513476663349097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2628513476663349097' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2628513476663349097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2628513476663349097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/01/columbus-aventura-chega-ao-fim.html' title='Columbus - A Aventura chega ao fim...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SXDjogmxQLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/TgpPw61QE6c/s72-c/IMG_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5560180560409974050</id><published>2009-01-04T03:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:53:37.269Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras pra quê?</title><content type='html'>E porque a saudade já aperta, resolvi trazer pra perto quem está longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-70.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107861377904&amp;amp;site=widget-70.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107861377904&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p1/3530822107861377904/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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A meio da semana 2008 despediu-se e 2009 veio pra ficar (durante 365 dias). Já cá estou há um mês e mesmo assim há sempre coisas novas pra ver e pra fazer. O tempo tem sido bastante simpático e, embora frio, temos tido dias lindos de sol. Aqui ficam as fotos da semana de jantares divertidos e de passeios por Columbus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candyman e Johnny afinal o famoso "Chipotle burrito" com "hot sauce" não era tão picante como vosês o pintaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0OykfSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/NwnIr_LIP8I/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0OykfSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/NwnIr_LIP8I/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287108112600562978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeio turístico de 4 milhas que me proporcionou fotos maravilhosas de Columbus e bolhas nos pés :P &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0aLpbZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1fbpHfPp6NU/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0aLpbZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1fbpHfPp6NU/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287108115658534290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0goLdeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/zeY858cv6U8/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0goLdeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/zeY858cv6U8/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287108117388817890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0kfNC9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/h3JQDbxKqIA/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0kfNC9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/h3JQDbxKqIA/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287108118424914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Xh34fdLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/wr0cCCHQiZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Xh34fdLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/wr0cCCHQiZQ/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111095748621490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantar @ P. F. Chang's com a Lauren e a família da Annette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-XimyF35I/AAAAAAAAAws/hBEOaNfINj4/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-XimyF35I/AAAAAAAAAws/hBEOaNfINj4/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111108338245522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-XiaQ3GjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7YaZ0l-Xw3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0069_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-XiaQ3GjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7YaZ0l-Xw3Q/s320/IMG_0069_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111104977639986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-XiMgKvqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9IS2bi-eBAA/s1600-h/IMG_0067_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-XiMgKvqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9IS2bi-eBAA/s320/IMG_0067_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111101283745442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantar @ Cheesecake Factory com a família do Johnny (Girls say hello to Priya):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Z0UOH0GI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XKFrZP5zY04/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Z0UOH0GI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XKFrZP5zY04/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113611616440418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Z0_SuQSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/SrZbeVR_Mzc/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Z0_SuQSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/SrZbeVR_Mzc/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113623178461474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Z1EqUuLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/QnxCTJ2vcZE/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-Z1EqUuLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/QnxCTJ2vcZE/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113624619628722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2244656965924836665?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2244656965924836665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2244656965924836665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2244656965924836665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2244656965924836665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/01/columbus-aventura-continua-parte-3.html' title='Columbus - A Aventura continua (Parte 3)'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SV-U0OykfSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/NwnIr_LIP8I/s72-c/IMG_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-3947848384669654840</id><published>2009-01-01T02:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:31:31.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVwqTPMQ7bI/AAAAAAAAAvs/60muPfTriaQ/s1600-h/happy+new+year.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVwqTPMQ7bI/AAAAAAAAAvs/60muPfTriaQ/s320/happy+new+year.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286146572609973682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3947848384669654840?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3947848384669654840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3947848384669654840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3947848384669654840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3947848384669654840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVwqTPMQ7bI/AAAAAAAAAvs/60muPfTriaQ/s72-c/happy+new+year.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-2354911743996932276</id><published>2008-12-31T01:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:59:20.932Z</updated><title type='text'>2008: O Balanço</title><content type='html'>Na última semana de cada ano, quase como se de um rito de passagem se tratasse, paramos para reflectir sobre o ano que passou. Aprendemos algo de novo? Aproveitámos as oportunidades que nos surgiram? Atingimos as nossas metas? Concretizámos pelo menos um sonho? Rimo-nos o suficiente? Conhecemos pessoas novas? Aprendemos com os nossos erros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso pessoal, posso responder "sim" a todas estas perguntas. Este ano pode até não ter sido um dos anos mais fáceis da minha vida mas foi, certamente, um cheio de coisas novas. Mudei de casa, pus um ponto final numa história cheia de reticências, reencontrei amigos de infância que já não via há 18 anos, viajei, perdi um ente querido, conheci as minhas irmãs e sobrinhos, adoptei uma gata e aceitei uma oportunidade profissional de vir fazer um intercâmbio de 6 semanas a Columbus Ohio. Nada mau, não acham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a reflexão vêm as resoluções do ano novo. As minhas para 2009 são muito simples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rir muito&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutar da companhia de familiares e amigos&lt;br /&gt;Ir a Paris com a Marta&lt;br /&gt;Concretizar um sonho (mesmo que não seja um dos meus)&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente ir ao médico e começar a cuidar de mim (É desta mãezinha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demorei quase 34 anos mas finalmente cheguei à conclusão que a beleza da vida reside na sua simplicidade por isso desliguemos o nosso "complicómetro" (linguagem de engenheiro...) e sejamos felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até pro ano!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2354911743996932276?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2354911743996932276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2354911743996932276' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2354911743996932276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2354911743996932276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-o-balano.html' title='2008: O Balanço'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-4037835224072236194</id><published>2008-12-28T18:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:32:38.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Columbus - A Aventura continua (Parte 2)</title><content type='html'>Domingo 21-12 a Domingo 28-12 Semana de Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana foi mais calma do que as anteriores tendo em conta a quadra natalícia mas mesmo assim sempre se arranjou tempo para ir ao cinema ("Yes Man"), jantar fora (Brios, consoada em casa da Annette) e passear a pé em "downtown Columbus" sempre bem acompanhada. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCYVpkREI/AAAAAAAAAvk/96aiFtjKkzc/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCYVpkREI/AAAAAAAAAvk/96aiFtjKkzc/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284906411126703170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCYTtxXLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VgTxUXvuKzM/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCYTtxXLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VgTxUXvuKzM/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284906410607467698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCXquPT7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/i7Iy4y5WuNw/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCXquPT7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/i7Iy4y5WuNw/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284906399603576754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCXcgRz0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/4ePmRnEAkcg/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCXcgRz0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/4ePmRnEAkcg/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284906395786923842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4037835224072236194?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4037835224072236194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4037835224072236194' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4037835224072236194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4037835224072236194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/12/columbus-aventura-continua-parte-2.html' title='Columbus - A Aventura continua (Parte 2)'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVfCYVpkREI/AAAAAAAAAvk/96aiFtjKkzc/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-9012987240015330642</id><published>2008-12-26T01:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:59:59.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Mocca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVQzSyKRTtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6ZqDOKMZ79s/s1600-h/IMG_8196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVQzSyKRTtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6ZqDOKMZ79s/s320/IMG_8196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283904660607946450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá!!! Eu sou a Mocca e estou a tomar conta da nossa casa enquanto a minha dona está nos States. Vim viver com ela há quase 2 meses. Estava numa loja no Cascaishopping (tinha sido abandonada na rua e alguém teve a bondade de me levar pra loja). A minha dona e a tia Marta foram às compras um belo dia (pra não variar) e resolveram passar pela loja. A minha dona viu-me ali sozinha, triste e constipada e resolveu levar-me pra casa com ela. Foi amor à 1ª vista!!! &lt;br /&gt;Confesso que já tenho saudades dela, de estar deitada ao colo dela a ver televisão embrulhadas numa manta ou enroscada no pescoço dela enquanto ela trabalha no computador. Aposto que ela também tem muitas saudades minhas, dos beijinhos que eu lhe dou, de me ver brincar com a minha bolinha azul e de me ouvir ronronar.&lt;br /&gt;Queria agradecer à tia Beta, à tia Marta e à Ângela por cuidarem de mim na ausência dela, por brincarem comigo e por me darem miminhos. Será que a minha dona vai me reconhecer quando ela voltar? Eu estou a crescer tão depressa... &lt;br /&gt;Enfim... aqui ficam umas fotos de nós as 2 pra ajudar a enganar as saudades: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVQzTCMQIVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Xsxvq6BfRZo/s1600-h/IMG_8214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVQzTCMQIVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Xsxvq6BfRZo/s320/IMG_8214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283904664911225170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVQzSyC9-_I/AAAAAAAAAu0/__UU4TCMAvs/s1600-h/IMG_8152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVQzSyC9-_I/AAAAAAAAAu0/__UU4TCMAvs/s320/IMG_8152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283904660577319922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-9012987240015330642?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/9012987240015330642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=9012987240015330642' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9012987240015330642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9012987240015330642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/12/mocca.html' title='Mocca'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVQzSyKRTtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6ZqDOKMZ79s/s72-c/IMG_8196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-3392770557008137229</id><published>2008-12-25T15:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:07:19.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOmjsB6laI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wK3MaArI3co/s1600-h/merrychristmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOmjsB6laI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wK3MaArI3co/s320/merrychristmas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283749919880549794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam os meus votos de um Feliz Natal cheio de paz, saúde, amor e alegria. (E para os que se portaram bem muitas prendas no sapatinho!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOmjTnKRCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZvHo8kfX48Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOmjTnKRCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZvHo8kfX48Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283749913325880354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os mais descrentes, aqui fica a prova que o Pai Natal existe e que se nos portarmos bem durante o ano, ele sabe onde nos encontrar. Eu devo ter sido uma linda menina porque ele encontrou-me aqui em Columbus Ohio com a preciosa ajuda da Annette, da Cynthia e da Melissa. :)&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditam? Vejam o que estava na minha meia esta manhã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOuYhBcYpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/iPVHvdJArb8/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOuYhBcYpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/iPVHvdJArb8/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283758524040241810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOuY3cAAVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/r2OcJDG9YIg/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOuY3cAAVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/r2OcJDG9YIg/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283758530057208146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOuZScuBtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/k64jqbeb6nE/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOuZScuBtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/k64jqbeb6nE/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283758537307981522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOvMTv2yGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7HdADIUWHJY/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOvMTv2yGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7HdADIUWHJY/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283759413830010978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOvMZ79PBI/AAAAAAAAAus/ABc22Ovntng/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOvMZ79PBI/AAAAAAAAAus/ABc22Ovntng/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283759415491378194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos e em especial à Annette e à Melissa por me terem aberto a porta de casa delas e por terem contribuido para que eu tivesse um Natal mágico, apesar de estar longe daqueles que amo. &lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! JOYEUX NOËL!!! FELIZ NAVIDAD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3392770557008137229?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3392770557008137229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3392770557008137229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3392770557008137229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3392770557008137229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SVOmjsB6laI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wK3MaArI3co/s72-c/merrychristmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-204942732573280100</id><published>2008-12-20T20:10:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:22:26.097Z</updated><title type='text'>Columbus - A Aventura Continua</title><content type='html'>Domingo 14-12 Depois de perder a cabeça nas compras, o descanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choveu quase o dia todo o que tornou o dia propício ao descanso. À noite fomos jantar ao Bar Louie's e beber um copo ao Fado's Irish Pub um dos lugares de paragem do pessoal da NetJets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda 15-12 a sexta 19-12 Segunda semana de trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda fomos ao Ted's Mountain Grill jantar com o pessoal do scheduling: Adam, Jay, Matt e Michelle para experimentar os conhecidos bifes de bisonte. Na quinta foi a festa do Hot Spare Classics da Netjets com bowling, pizza, bud light e muitos brindes. Foi decididamente uma festa à americana que começou às 17h e às 22h já tinha acabado. :) &lt;br /&gt;Sexta fui com a Lauren e com um amigo dela, o Paul, ao cinema ver 7 Pounds (o novo filme do Will Smith) intrigante e emocionalmente carregado mas muito bom. Depois fomos jantar com o Adolfo ao Hickory House pra comer uns bifes fantásticos. A seguir ao jantar ainda fui com o Steve a uma festa na casa da Bonnie onde fui muito bem recebida e onde passei umas horas agradáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado 20-12 O Adolfo voltou pra Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui me despedir do Adolfo que regressa hoje a casa. É oficial: sou a única represenante da exótica espécie Portuguesa aqui em Columbus até ao início de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim aqui ficam mais algumas fotos da minha estadia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha rua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I7H-M9BI/AAAAAAAAAs0/j4R7qZHU9eE/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I7H-M9BI/AAAAAAAAAs0/j4R7qZHU9eE/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282028487309063186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I7UOKruI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xIdGz6iysnw/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I7UOKruI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xIdGz6iysnw/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282028490597248738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I7uK98TI/AAAAAAAAAtE/HTiOtwsd5I4/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I7uK98TI/AAAAAAAAAtE/HTiOtwsd5I4/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282028497563152690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I70T9nyI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kYmKnOCLHVA/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I70T9nyI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kYmKnOCLHVA/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282028499211493154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2KHROo2cI/AAAAAAAAAtk/R--l0C1-Ceo/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2KHROo2cI/AAAAAAAAAtk/R--l0C1-Ceo/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282029795463977410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2KHLwbtOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jz6Lw7sRhEg/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2KHLwbtOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jz6Lw7sRhEg/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282029793995109602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2KHPx8ngI/AAAAAAAAAtU/87iY-rv2oFU/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2KHPx8ngI/AAAAAAAAAtU/87iY-rv2oFU/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282029795075202562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2K2tm4KaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/q7bZVUAtxr8/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2K2tm4KaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/q7bZVUAtxr8/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282030610535688610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2K2uxIZnI/AAAAAAAAAts/D0TckVmumSc/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2K2uxIZnI/AAAAAAAAAts/D0TckVmumSc/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282030610847131250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até pra semana!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-204942732573280100?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/204942732573280100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=204942732573280100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/204942732573280100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/204942732573280100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/12/columbus-aventura-continua.html' title='Columbus - A Aventura Continua'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SU2I7H-M9BI/AAAAAAAAAs0/j4R7qZHU9eE/s72-c/IMG_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-2444001939417004114</id><published>2008-12-17T22:18:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:27:47.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Aceito o desafio...</title><content type='html'>Fui publicamente desafiada e quem me conhece sabe que, lá por estar do outro lado do Atlântico, não deixaria de aceitar o desafio. Por isso Patrícia aqui vai... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desafio é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Escolher uma foto individual;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Escolher uma banda ou artista;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Responder às perguntas do desafio com músicas da banda/artista escolhido;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Desafiar mais quatro pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Já aqui estão várias fotos no blog pra quê mais uma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Dizem que nao há amor como o primeiro por isso escolho os U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Perguntas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- És homem ou mulher? - R: "Brown eyed girl" e mais recentemente "little sister"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Descreve-te - R: "When I was three, I thought the world revolved around me. I was wrong and so I sing along and if you dance, then dance with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que as pessoas acham de ti? - R: "Even better than the real thing... child" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como descreves o teu último (antes do actual) relacionamento? - R: "You gave me nothing now it's all I've got"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Descreve o estado actual da tua relação amorosa - R: "Still haven't found what I'm looking for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Onde querias estar agora? - R: "I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. I want to reach out and touch the flame where the streets have no name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que pensas a respeito do amor? - R: "One love, one life, when it's one need in the night. One love, we get to share it, leaves you baby if you don't care for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como é a tua vida? - R: "I'm just trying to find a decent melody, a song that I can sing in my own company".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que pedirias se pudesses ter só um desejo? - R: "Eyes in a world of blindness. &lt;br /&gt;A river in a time of dryness. A harbour in the tempest and love to rescue me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Escreve uma frase sábia R: "To touch is to heal, To hurt is to steal. If you want to kiss the sky, Better learn how to kneel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - desafio estas pessoas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já está Pat! Admito que foi mais difícil do que pensava mas foi uma maneira interessante e diferente de passar o tempo "with or without you" ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2444001939417004114?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2444001939417004114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2444001939417004114' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2444001939417004114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2444001939417004114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/12/aceito-o-desafio.html' title='Aceito o desafio...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-4042802865709238782</id><published>2008-12-13T15:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:50:31.609Z</updated><title type='text'>Columbus Ohio, a nova aventura</title><content type='html'>Pois é senhores leitores, embarquei numa nova aventura e cá estou nos Estados Unidos, mais precisamente em Columbus, Ohio. Cheguei faz hoje uma semana e fora o "jetlag" (coisa tão chique) estou a adorar... ora vejamos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab 06-12 Viagem Lisboa-Newark-Columbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma viagem longa mas fez-se bem, fora a criancinha mimada e irritante que não parava de chorar e fazer birras e o facto do avião que nos ia levar a Columbus ter avariado e termos ficado mais uma hora a espera de outro avião pra nos levar.&lt;br /&gt;Chegada a Columbus (estava a nevar) fui muito bem recebida pela Claúdia e pelo Adolfo, viemos deixar as malas no meu aparthotel (muito confortável por sinal) e fomos jantar ao Cheesecake Factory onde a ementa era do tamanho de um pequeno livro de bolso logo a simples tarefa de escolher um prato, transformou-se numa aventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo 07-12 Prime Outlet em Jeffersonville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui com a Claudia e o Adolfo a um outlet em Jeffersonville com o objectivo de gastar dinheiro na busca de pechinchas. Acho que não estava inspirada como ainda estava cansada da viagem por isso tenho de lá voltar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda 08-12 a 12-12 Primeira semana de trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheci os míticos membros do Exchange Team: Cynthia, Anette, Jonathan e Thom. Os rapazes já tinha feito o mesmo intercâmbio em Lisboa (o que valeu ao Thom a sua alcunha de "Candyman"). Revi a Lauren, a Steph, o Rick e mais umas quantas pessoas que já tinham estado em Lisboa. Fiz um tour da empresa e do hangar com o Jonathan e fui conhecendo pessoal pelo caminho. Todos muito simpáticos e curiosos por conhecer a nova "ave rara" vinda daquele exótico país chamado Portugal (onde é que isso fica mesmo?) que o Jonathan tão bem descrevera no meu email de apresentação. &lt;br /&gt;Foi uma semana de aprendizagem, de travar novos conhecimentos e, inevitavelmente, de trabalho. Também foi uma semana de muitos jantares (Smokey Bones, Mongolian Barbecue) e de cinema (ante-estreia do filme "The day the Earth stood still").&lt;br /&gt;Foi também a semana de despedida da Claúdia. Fui levá-la ao aeroporto na sexta e digamos que a viagem dela tornou-se numa aventura quando o voo de Columbus pra Newark atrasou-se 3 horas e ela perdeu o voo de ligação de Lisboa. Mas não se preocupem, ela já está de volta a Lisboa na companhia dos tesourinhos dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado 13-12 Prime Outlet em Jeffersonville (Parte 2)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui as compras...comprei 4 pares de calças, 1 saia, 5 coletes, 3 camisolas, 2 polos, 1 par de luvas, 1 gorro, 1 par de óculos escuros, 2 pares de tenis e um quispo. Tudo pela módica quantia de $... não digo porque se eu dissesse vocês vinham todos pra cá. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim aqui ficam as primeiras fotos da minha estadia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURuBEccQJI/AAAAAAAAArc/nrGEbJ1jPvo/s1600-h/DSC04212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURuBEccQJI/AAAAAAAAArc/nrGEbJ1jPvo/s400/DSC04212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279465627837022354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURuAxg0LWI/AAAAAAAAArU/w2VrQfr7xZ4/s1600-h/DSC04211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURuAxg0LWI/AAAAAAAAArU/w2VrQfr7xZ4/s400/DSC04211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279465622755093858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURt_v1LQJI/AAAAAAAAArE/F34Q_Od0_ns/s1600-h/DSC04205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURt_v1LQJI/AAAAAAAAArE/F34Q_Od0_ns/s400/DSC04205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279465605123752082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURuBRpMLvI/AAAAAAAAArk/GQfmKrylOkg/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURuBRpMLvI/AAAAAAAAArk/GQfmKrylOkg/s400/DSC04216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279465631380156146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmCr-3II/AAAAAAAAArs/oYAMrzyQtxE/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmCr-3II/AAAAAAAAArs/oYAMrzyQtxE/s400/DSC04218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279468462043749506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokey Bones e os famosos St. Louis Ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmrS5QFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/4Uumd3JPMpg/s1600-h/Smokey+Bones+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmrS5QFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/4Uumd3JPMpg/s400/Smokey+Bones+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279468472944377938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwm5a3EwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/WydFalJrt9Y/s1600-h/Smokey+Bones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwm5a3EwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/WydFalJrt9Y/s400/Smokey+Bones.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279468476735886082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mongolian Barbecue e e famosa pedra onde cozinham a nossa comida à nossa frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmVNTunI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VDisf8RHALs/s1600-h/Mongolian+Barbecue+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmVNTunI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VDisf8RHALs/s400/Mongolian+Barbecue+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279468467015367282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmk-UVlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/046dDk2ITXs/s1600-h/Mongolian+Barbecue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURwmk-UVlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/046dDk2ITXs/s400/Mongolian+Barbecue.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279468471247459922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas compras no Prime Outlet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURzbI7hstI/AAAAAAAAAsU/mOTh1-Q0xlY/s1600-h/DSC04221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURzbI7hstI/AAAAAAAAAsU/mOTh1-Q0xlY/s400/DSC04221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279471573275882194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURzbvPBstI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6Ga8WINkNcA/s1600-h/DSC04222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURzbvPBstI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6Ga8WINkNcA/s400/DSC04222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279471583558218450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Já viste Martinha, actualizei o meu blog!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4042802865709238782?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4042802865709238782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4042802865709238782' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4042802865709238782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4042802865709238782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/12/columbus-ohio-nova-aventura.html' title='Columbus Ohio, a nova aventura'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SURuBEccQJI/AAAAAAAAArc/nrGEbJ1jPvo/s72-c/DSC04212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-3658981871715758180</id><published>2008-10-18T14:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:32:18.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E por falar em reencontros...</title><content type='html'>Aqui fica uma foto da minha nova família. Nova porque a conheci apenas no dia 5 de Outubro de 2008, família porque são minhas irmãs e sobrinhos. Foi um dia interessante, quem sabe até o primeiro de muitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnkhRbpRJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Sm_L82d1lOM/s1600-h/os+dias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnkhRbpRJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Sm_L82d1lOM/s400/os+dias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258485300197934226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Catarina, Isabel, Mafalda,Francisco, Pai, Margarida, Rita, Teresa, Pedro, Gustavo e eu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3658981871715758180?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3658981871715758180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3658981871715758180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3658981871715758180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3658981871715758180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-por-falar-em-reencontros.html' title='E por falar em reencontros...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnkhRbpRJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Sm_L82d1lOM/s72-c/os+dias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-8340564764678287420</id><published>2008-10-07T14:07:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:00:46.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontros...</title><content type='html'>18 anos depois, fui a Londres reencontrar um passado que julgava perdido e descobri que, à excepção de estarmos mais velhos, continuamos os mesmos. Foi uma semana maravilhosa que soube a pouco mas que promete ter continuação. Até breve!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Claire e eu em Cambridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXCP9sqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/v7N6uMOTHf4/s1600-h/Cambridge+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXCP9sqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/v7N6uMOTHf4/s320/Cambridge+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254399339114902178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Pauleans' reunion em Soho (Anita, Elaine, Veroca, Ben e eu)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXeqUHhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tWp8fNiOGiY/s1600-h/Old+Pauleans+reunion+at+Soho+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXeqUHhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tWp8fNiOGiY/s320/Old+Pauleans+reunion+at+Soho+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254399346741616146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXrVKc0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/xsLDhcGlDtw/s1600-h/Old+Pauleans+reunion+at+Soho+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXrVKc0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/xsLDhcGlDtw/s320/Old+Pauleans+reunion+at+Soho+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254399350142563138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Kendal Rise com a Sally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXTXGhGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bkCrlUNE2Pw/s1600-h/Kendal+Rise+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXTXGhGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bkCrlUNE2Pw/s320/Kendal+Rise+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254399343708243042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnacrIG1gI/AAAAAAAAAek/xV4WG19kV9s/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnacrIG1gI/AAAAAAAAAek/xV4WG19kV9s/s320/DSC04134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258474226079684098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em Sevenoaks com a Elaine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnacKo2RmI/AAAAAAAAAec/InFpUEqaKMc/s1600-h/DSC04133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnacKo2RmI/AAAAAAAAAec/InFpUEqaKMc/s320/DSC04133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258474217358640738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnadL3bUgI/AAAAAAAAAes/lScKjjrvo_Y/s1600-h/DSC04132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SPnadL3bUgI/AAAAAAAAAes/lScKjjrvo_Y/s320/DSC04132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258474234868093442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-8340564764678287420?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/8340564764678287420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=8340564764678287420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8340564764678287420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8340564764678287420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/10/reencontros.html' title='Reencontros...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SOtgXCP9sqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/v7N6uMOTHf4/s72-c/Cambridge+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-8266064182481623815</id><published>2008-09-21T20:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:45:23.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vou a Londres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SNaj6m3BrfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/djzk-mTMymI/s1600-h/London.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SNaj6m3BrfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/djzk-mTMymI/s320/London.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248562643005976050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... ao fim de 33 anos vou pela 1ª vez a Londres rencontrar pessoas que não vejo há 18 anos... UAU!!! Ainda bem que fui pra letras porque a matemática da minha vida é complexa e tem muitas variantes mas no final do dia eu estou de férias e VOU A LONDRES!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SNaj6ybtM2I/AAAAAAAAAds/kujLJS6-o84/s1600-h/London__by_I_Me_Mine%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SNaj6ybtM2I/AAAAAAAAAds/kujLJS6-o84/s320/London__by_I_Me_Mine%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248562646112613218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-8266064182481623815?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/8266064182481623815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=8266064182481623815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8266064182481623815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8266064182481623815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-vou-londres.html' title='Eu vou a Londres...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SNaj6m3BrfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/djzk-mTMymI/s72-c/London.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-4587412204829620086</id><published>2008-09-09T19:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:59:01.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Together In Electric Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/r9foZ7KVSng' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/r9foZ7KVSng'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um momento 80's em homenagem àquelas pessoas que o tempo e as circunstâncias afastaram e que as novas tecnologias juntaram...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Because the friendship that you gave&lt;br /&gt;Has taught me to be brave&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go I'll never find a better prize&lt;br /&gt;Though you're miles and miles away&lt;br /&gt;I see you every day I dont have to try&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes, I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;However far it seems&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;Together in electric dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London here I come. My special Pauleans... can't wait to see you again!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4587412204829620086?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4587412204829620086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4587412204829620086' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4587412204829620086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4587412204829620086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/09/together-in-electric-dreams.html' title='Together In Electric Dreams'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-513259497313730779</id><published>2008-08-30T13:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:15:31.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days...</title><content type='html'>Há qualquer coisa de simplesmente maravilhoso no sorriso dos nossos amigos. Há algo poderoso e mágico quando nos damos conta que nesse sorriso está uma cumplicidade, uma história, a memória de momentos vividos juntos. Mas palavras pra que? Deixo as fotos falarem por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta e o nosso "amigo invisível"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlDn2VTCdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rNR115YR6sY/s1600-h/Jantar_Piazza+Forum+26-08+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlDn2VTCdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rNR115YR6sY/s320/Jantar_Piazza+Forum+26-08+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240293993301084626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o nosso amigo invisível era a Patrícia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlDoB4Qf7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/epo4qAGGEwg/s1600-h/Jantar_Piazza+Forum+26-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlDoB4Qf7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/epo4qAGGEwg/s320/Jantar_Piazza+Forum+26-08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240293996400508850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro de muitos jantares chez moi com as sempre divertidas auto-fotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlEekDZPcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nByZ7EWr5c8/s1600-h/Jantar+Chez+moi+29-08+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlEekDZPcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nByZ7EWr5c8/s320/Jantar+Chez+moi+29-08+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240294933286960578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com quem estará a falar a Patrícia Sofia? Hum... It's a mistery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlDo_Ef-oI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q5ZcvCGddGo/s1600-h/Jantar+Chez+moi+29-08+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlDo_Ef-oI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q5ZcvCGddGo/s320/Jantar+Chez+moi+29-08+(11).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240294012826417794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours no Wall Street com os Evolution ...ainda estou surda mas venham mais noites na vossa companhia!!! Logo à noite o jantar é em casa da Marta a ver a bola. :) Lovo-vos muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlF2Z3tBHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/a4q9Ekc6mgM/s1600-h/Jantar+Chez+moi+29-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlF2Z3tBHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/a4q9Ekc6mgM/s320/Jantar+Chez+moi+29-08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240296442382058610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-513259497313730779?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/513259497313730779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=513259497313730779' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/513259497313730779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/513259497313730779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SLlDn2VTCdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rNR115YR6sY/s72-c/Jantar_Piazza+Forum+26-08+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-13934658265798257</id><published>2008-08-18T09:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:07:42.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixei de fumar</title><content type='html'>Há momentos na nossa vida que nos abalam mais do que estamos à espera e por causa disso demoramos mais tempo a recuperar. Mas como diz o ditado "não há bem que sempre dure nem mal que nunca acabe". Há que erguer a cabeça, olhar pro futuro e seguir em frente. E cá estou eu pronta pro que der e vier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um pequeno apontamento de bons momentos vividos estes últimos meses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5YMCJ94I/AAAAAAAAAcE/pvcHOvUmuuA/s1600-h/DSC03627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5YMCJ94I/AAAAAAAAAcE/pvcHOvUmuuA/s320/DSC03627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235779129504823170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mais um fantástico jantar do Team F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5YYHBpOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JyqiHmnBT3I/s1600-h/DSC03631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5YYHBpOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JyqiHmnBT3I/s320/DSC03631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235779132746474722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a aniversariante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5Yix4mDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4Mvge24JF7I/s1600-h/DSC03664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5Yix4mDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4Mvge24JF7I/s320/DSC03664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235779135610591282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... vista da praia da Bafureira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5ZIHe6KI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0ty7DSdQPcQ/s1600-h/DSC03645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5ZIHe6KI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0ty7DSdQPcQ/s320/DSC03645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235779145633294498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mais um jantar e uma noite bem passada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5ZYqh5-I/AAAAAAAAAck/GK2mOiwscaQ/s1600-h/DSC03648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5ZYqh5-I/AAAAAAAAAck/GK2mOiwscaQ/s320/DSC03648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235779150075258850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e finalmente... DEIXEI DE FUMAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-13934658265798257?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/13934658265798257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=13934658265798257' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/13934658265798257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/13934658265798257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/08/deixei-de-fumar.html' title='Deixei de fumar'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SKk5YMCJ94I/AAAAAAAAAcE/pvcHOvUmuuA/s72-c/DSC03627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-4939527042915416224</id><published>2008-06-04T21:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:09:29.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teria feito 84 anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SEb2yfYlk4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/JNgXhcwzW6E/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/SEb2yfYlk4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/JNgXhcwzW6E/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208121366379074434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teria feito 84 anos mas quis o destino levá-lo no passado dia 23 de Maio. Não era um homem grande, não era famoso, acho que nunca apareceu na televisão nem numa revista do "jet 7" português (composto por ilustres participantes de um reality show qualquer) mas foi, sem dúvida, um grande homem. A sua ausência será sentida por todos os que tiveram o privilégio de o conhecer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi com ele que provei em pequenas colheradas o seu café com "cheirinho", bebi a minha primeira cerveja, aprendi a jogar às cartas, passei verões maravilhosos em vários parques de campismo no Algarve e até comemorei uma passagem de ano (1988-89) a saltar pra dentro de uma piscina enquanto ele fotografou o momento ao saltar de uma cadeira (como ainda não havia câmeras digitais e os flashes ainda não faziam milagres, a foto ficou escura e provavelmente tremida, mas o momento foi memorável).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegante, charmoso, amigo, mesmo que por vezes severo e autoritário ("isto é uma democracia mas quem manda aqui sou eu" sendo uma das suas frases características), incutiu em mim a noção que "o trabalho dignifica", e mesmo já doente e algo desorientado, lembrou-se de me dar os "PARABÉNS" por ter ficado efectiva. Enquanto o deixaram, "gargalhefou cinicamente" sem nunca ter pudor em dizer o que pensava (foi o primeiro a dizer-me que o meu ex-marido era um "banana", por exemplo). E enquanto as crianças de todo o mundo tinham direito ao Pai Natal uma vez por ano, eu tinha o meu o ano todo (só lhe faltava a barriga). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, nem tudo foram rosas na sua vida e 73 anos anos a fumar depois (note-se que este pequeno reguila começou a fumar aos 10), foi-se a saúde. Sempre que lhe perguntava se estava bem, a resposta era sempre a mesma "mais ou menos, nem por isso" com o mesmo suspiro e sorriso triste. (AI... as minhas tíbias!!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com esta despeço-me ... adeus avô e o meu eterno obrigado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4939527042915416224?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4939527042915416224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4939527042915416224' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4939527042915416224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4939527042915416224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/06/teria-feito-84-anos.html' title='Teria feito 84 anos...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/SEb2yfYlk4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/JNgXhcwzW6E/s72-c/DSC01913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1410388362037913469</id><published>2008-04-04T13:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:18:08.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lar doce lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R_fEmxaA5eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-ZkUarhk7H0/s1600-h/DSC03599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R_fEmxaA5eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-ZkUarhk7H0/s320/DSC03599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185829666316936674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R_fEnBaA5fI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UuP1R-xa9Q0/s1600-h/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R_fEnBaA5fI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UuP1R-xa9Q0/s320/DSC03603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185829670611903986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R_fEnRaA5gI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6DYLmNJzp6U/s1600-h/DSC03605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R_fEnRaA5gI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6DYLmNJzp6U/s320/DSC03605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185829674906871298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demorou mas valeu a pena... Aqui fica um cheirinho do meu "pequeno T2". Vêmo-nos por lá na "pendaison de crémaillère"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1410388362037913469?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1410388362037913469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1410388362037913469' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1410388362037913469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1410388362037913469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/04/lar-doce-lar.html' title='Lar doce lar'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R_fEmxaA5eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-ZkUarhk7H0/s72-c/DSC03599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-9162917931342839497</id><published>2008-03-12T23:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:05:22.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Breathe In Breathe Out </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZSSGhWjFiHg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZSSGhWjFiHg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque viver todos os dias cansa, é reconfortante saber que é nos gestos que requerem menos esforço que reside a essência da vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all of your doubts&lt;br /&gt;Everybody bleeds this way, just the same&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;Move on and break down&lt;br /&gt;If everyone goes away, I will stay&lt;br /&gt;We push and pull&lt;br /&gt;And I fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not letting go&lt;br /&gt;You hold the other line&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold tight&lt;br /&gt;If I’m out of your sight&lt;br /&gt;And everything keeps moving on, moving on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold tight&lt;br /&gt;Make it through another night&lt;br /&gt;In every day there comes a song with the dawn&lt;br /&gt;We push and pull&lt;br /&gt;And I fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not letting go&lt;br /&gt;You hold the other line&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and breathe out&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat Kearney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-9162917931342839497?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/9162917931342839497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=9162917931342839497' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9162917931342839497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9162917931342839497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/03/breathe-in-breathe-out_12.html' title='Breathe In Breathe Out '/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-7859263278713232081</id><published>2008-02-20T18:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:00:18.491Z</updated><title type='text'>"Mudam-se os tempos, mudam-se as vontades"</title><content type='html'>Passamos uma vida inteira em mudanças: mudamos de idade, de peso, de altura, mudamos de roupa, de penteado, de telemóveis; mudamos também de escolas, locais de trabalho, e de código postal. Mudamos de estado civil e, se tiver de ser, mudamos até de amigos mas o fundamental é que ao longo de todas essas mudanças, mudamos NÓS!!! &lt;br /&gt;E cá estou eu após 32 anos de mudanças, pronta pra mais uma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7859263278713232081?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7859263278713232081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7859263278713232081' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7859263278713232081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7859263278713232081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/02/mudam-se-os-tempos-mudam-se-as-vontades.html' title='&quot;Mudam-se os tempos, mudam-se as vontades&quot;'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-3566182097593323764</id><published>2008-02-11T23:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:03:46.414Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno T2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cUxC-JB4x-I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cUxC-JB4x-I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Eu sonhei, que o mundo estava a acabar&lt;br /&gt;E isso fez-me pensar&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo o que me resta fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentei, tudo o que não fiz&lt;br /&gt;Vou fintar qualquer obstáculo, para concretizar&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que virar &lt;br /&gt;A minha vida de pernas para o ar&lt;br /&gt;E procurar, uma casa&lt;br /&gt;Para eu morar" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já encontrei um pequeno T2, não tem vista pro mar nem jardim mas também tem estores eléctricos e é meu... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3566182097593323764?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3566182097593323764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3566182097593323764' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3566182097593323764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3566182097593323764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/02/pequeno-t2_11.html' title='Pequeno T2'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-6980778467741126765</id><published>2008-02-04T01:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:47:27.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Elogio à amizade em geral e aos meus amigos em particular</title><content type='html'>Porque são os nossos, porque são especiais, porque são preciosos e raros, porque com um olhar nos dizem mais que mil palavras, porque, por vezes, nos conhecem melhor do que nos conhecemos a nós próprios, porque gostam de nós tal como somos e porque andam conosco na montanha russa da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal não é todos os dias que encontramos amigos que nos ajudam a dar um passo em frente quando nos vêem a beira de um precipício... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6Z0x0M4jgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nvR6Vly_8rg/s1600-h/caf%C3%A9_Dennis+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6Z0x0M4jgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nvR6Vly_8rg/s320/caf%C3%A9_Dennis+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162942422001946114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bons Amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoados os que possuem amigos, os que os têm sem pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo não se pede, não se compra, nem se vende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente sente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos, os que falam com o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo não se cala, não questiona, nem se rende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente entende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que guardam amigos, os que entregam o ombro pra chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam os amigos que acreditam na tua verdade ou te apontam a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo é a direção.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é a base quando falta o chão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam todos os amigos de raízes, verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros da real sagacidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,&lt;br /&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6Z0yEM4jhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TnnkmFJtzpY/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6Z0yEM4jhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TnnkmFJtzpY/s320/DSC03482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162942426296913426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema do amigo aprendiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o teu amigo. Nem demais e nem de menos. &lt;br /&gt;Nem tão longe e nem tão perto. &lt;br /&gt;Na medida mais precisa que eu puder. &lt;br /&gt;Mas amar-te sem medida e ficar na tua vida, &lt;br /&gt;Da maneira mais discreta que eu souber. &lt;br /&gt;Sem tirar-te a liberdade, sem jamais te sufocar. &lt;br /&gt;Sem forçar tua vontade. &lt;br /&gt;Sem falar, quando for hora de calar. &lt;br /&gt;E sem calar, quando for hora de falar. &lt;br /&gt;Nem ausente, nem presente por demais. &lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, calmamente, ser-te paz. &lt;br /&gt;É bonito ser amigo, mas confesso é tão difícil aprender! &lt;br /&gt;E por isso eu te suplico paciência. &lt;br /&gt;Vou encher este teu rosto de lembranças, &lt;br /&gt;Dá-me tempo, de acertar nossas distâncias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-6980778467741126765?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/6980778467741126765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=6980778467741126765' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6980778467741126765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6980778467741126765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/02/elogio-amizade-em-geral-e-aos-meus.html' title='Elogio à amizade em geral e aos meus amigos em particular'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6Z0x0M4jgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nvR6Vly_8rg/s72-c/caf%C3%A9_Dennis+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1007067670132299466</id><published>2008-02-02T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:12:38.118Z</updated><title type='text'>Giras e boas como os helicópteros...</title><content type='html'>Antes de mais PARABÉNS SUSANINHA!!!! Espero que continues a fazer 27 aninhos por muitos anos e sempre com a mesma boa disposicão!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R2B0M4jYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/m7pMXxDUXiY/s1600-h/DSC03579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R2B0M4jYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/m7pMXxDUXiY/s200/DSC03579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162380846438059394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa contou com os ingredientes essenciais: houve comida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R2CUM4jZI/AAAAAAAAAac/_JC9WqVmdTc/s1600-h/DSC03566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R2CUM4jZI/AAAAAAAAAac/_JC9WqVmdTc/s200/DSC03566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162380855027994002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muita bebida (a sangria do Sr. Martins e muita caipirinha)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R2CkM4jaI/AAAAAAAAAak/qMx8k4YDbTA/s1600-h/DSC03567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R2CkM4jaI/AAAAAAAAAak/qMx8k4YDbTA/s200/DSC03567.JPG" border="0" 2alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162380859322961314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boa diposição....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R5pEM4jbI/AAAAAAAAAas/gJIcVFrEDHI/s1600-h/DSC03559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R5pEM4jbI/AAAAAAAAAas/gJIcVFrEDHI/s200/DSC03559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162384819282808242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R5pUM4jcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZZ5NlW7BTFQ/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R5pUM4jcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZZ5NlW7BTFQ/s200/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162384823577775554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nós: giras e boas como os helicópteros!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R5p0M4jdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TquKUjO7nkY/s1600-h/DSC03564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R5p0M4jdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TquKUjO7nkY/s200/DSC03564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162384832167710162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1007067670132299466?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1007067670132299466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1007067670132299466' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1007067670132299466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1007067670132299466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/02/giras-e-boas-como-os-helicpteros.html' title='Giras e boas como os helicópteros...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6R2B0M4jYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/m7pMXxDUXiY/s72-c/DSC03579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1598547710647048539</id><published>2008-01-31T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:32:24.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas "F"antásticas não há?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6JmC0M4jVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z2TsTusZ0fA/s1600-h/DSC03555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6JmC0M4jVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z2TsTusZ0fA/s400/DSC03555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161800321478462802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les filles (sauf Beta et Sandra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6JmDEM4jWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NZdn-s1aKik/s1600-h/DSC03557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6JmDEM4jWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NZdn-s1aKik/s400/DSC03557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161800325773430114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les mecs (sauf Pedro) - João tu seras toujours à Team F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6JmDkM4jXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/w9TTiX40b3o/s1600-h/DSC03549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6JmDkM4jXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/w9TTiX40b3o/s400/DSC03549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161800334363364722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 and F2 toasted to "new beginnings" over a delicious dinner and an always cheerful disposition "Team F style" :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1598547710647048539?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1598547710647048539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1598547710647048539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1598547710647048539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1598547710647048539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/h-coisas-fantsticas-no-h.html' title='Há coisas &quot;F&quot;antásticas não há?!'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R6JmC0M4jVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z2TsTusZ0fA/s72-c/DSC03555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-7131726739859599550</id><published>2008-01-30T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:20:01.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque há dias simplesmente musicais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.finetune.com/player/FineTuneShell.swf?pinst=8A7CAF5B568842FB84D5B5E6CD438E2C" quality="high" flashVars="pinst=8A7CAF5B568842FB84D5B5E6CD438E2C&amp;height=215&amp;width=215" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="215" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7131726739859599550?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7131726739859599550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7131726739859599550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7131726739859599550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7131726739859599550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/porque-h-dias-simplesmente-musicais.html' title='Porque há dias simplesmente musicais...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-7998462169927269748</id><published>2008-01-20T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:50:03.659Z</updated><title type='text'>Girls just wanna have fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFKhpXt6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yZMl4whCB78/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFKhpXt6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yZMl4whCB78/s200/DSC03510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612414146426786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFMBpXt8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/IYFx9YWxmK0/s1600-h/DSC03515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFMBpXt8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/IYFx9YWxmK0/s200/DSC03515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612439916230594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais divertido do que uma noite passada na companhia das nossas melhores amigas. Há algo mágico e descomplicado em poder falar sobre tudo e sobre nada, chorar, se preciso for, ou chorar a rir até que nos doam os maxilares. Ontém foi uma dessas noites que começou em casa da nossa "casada" de fresco... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFLRpXt7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/of9FbfQc270/s1600-h/DSC03511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFLRpXt7I/AAAAAAAAAZE/of9FbfQc270/s200/DSC03511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612427031328690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde o jantar foi feito por todas, regado por bom vinho e boa disposição e onde contámos com a presença sempre benvinda e divertida do nosso grande homem (de palmo e meio). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFMRpXt9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SB6VatEVCF4/s1600-h/DSC03518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFMRpXt9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SB6VatEVCF4/s200/DSC03518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612444211197906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite continuou depois naquele bar que era-nos tão familiar há uns anos atrás na companhia das nossas amigas do "deserto" da margem sul... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFMxpXt-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/QuLurPoJ-K8/s1600-h/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFMxpXt-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/QuLurPoJ-K8/s200/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612452801132514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OGkRpXt_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/GLi_Q0mHwsM/s1600-h/DSC03526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OGkRpXt_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/GLi_Q0mHwsM/s200/DSC03526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157613956039686130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim venham mais noites como esta e até lá que fiquem os seus melhores momentos captados por uma máquina indiscreta que trago sempre na mala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7998462169927269748?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7998462169927269748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7998462169927269748' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7998462169927269748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7998462169927269748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls just wanna have fun...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R5OFKhpXt6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yZMl4whCB78/s72-c/DSC03510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-7121249753120186232</id><published>2008-01-15T18:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:24:49.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa Sorte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Tudo o que quer de mim, irreais, expectativas desleais (...) Há tantas pessoas especiais"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7121249753120186232?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7121249753120186232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7121249753120186232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7121249753120186232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7121249753120186232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/boa-sorte_15.html' title='Boa Sorte...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-8981561646244569033</id><published>2008-01-14T23:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:38:40.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Rosinha...Obrigada Estrelinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2qhpXt2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/NX9QP8Lco_M/s1600-h/DSC03498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2qhpXt2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/NX9QP8Lco_M/s200/DSC03498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155696515135027042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2rBpXt3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/38mOuo2EYCA/s1600-h/DSC03496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2rBpXt3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/38mOuo2EYCA/s200/DSC03496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155696523724961650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2rhpXt4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/oDcLOT5sd00/s1600-h/DSC03501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2rhpXt4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/oDcLOT5sd00/s200/DSC03501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155696532314896258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2rxpXt5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ScC_dOKYf8Y/s1600-h/DSC03497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2rxpXt5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ScC_dOKYf8Y/s200/DSC03497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155696536609863570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns porque fazes anos, parabéns por seres uma das "sexygenárias" mais bem dispostas da família e parabéns porque vais ser "trisavó"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por uma mais uma noite muito bem passada, espelho de muitas outras ainda por vir. (As fotos falam por si...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje era também o aniversário da minha bisavó que levou valentes bofetadas da vida mas a quem nunca faltou forças pra de cuidar de todos nós...  Aposto que foste tu "Estrelinha" que deste uma mãozinha ao destino pra que eu recebesse a 1ª proposta pra minha casinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-8981561646244569033?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/8981561646244569033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=8981561646244569033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8981561646244569033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8981561646244569033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/parabns-rosinhaobrigada-estrelinha.html' title='Parabéns Rosinha...Obrigada Estrelinha...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4y2qhpXt2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/NX9QP8Lco_M/s72-c/DSC03498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1041945021801412726</id><published>2008-01-09T13:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:42:48.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu tenho fases como a Lua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4TNaxpXtxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bFf1nSO20Ew/s1600-h/DSC03473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4TNaxpXtxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bFf1nSO20Ew/s320/DSC03473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153469733505840914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... já dizia a minha madrinha de faculdade. Durante algum tempo acreditei que isso fosse reflexo da minha inconstância mas hoje sei que é reflexo da minha plenitude. Acreditem no que quiserem mas a verdade é só uma: eu tenho fases como a lua. &lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam 2 poemas que retratam bem o que é ter a lua na alma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lua adversa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fases, como a Lua.&lt;br /&gt;Fases de andar escondida,&lt;br /&gt;Fases de vir para a rua...&lt;br /&gt;Perdição da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fases de ser tua,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho outras de ser sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fases que vão e que vêm&lt;br /&gt;No secreto calendário&lt;br /&gt;Que um astrólogo arbitrário&lt;br /&gt;Inventou para meu uso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E roda a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Seu interminável fuso!&lt;br /&gt;Não me encontro com ninguém&lt;br /&gt;(Tenho fases, como a Lua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia de alguém ser meu&lt;br /&gt;Não é dia de eu ser sua...&lt;br /&gt;E, quando chega esse dia,&lt;br /&gt;O outro desapareceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou ainda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho fases como a lua,&lt;br /&gt;ora sou cheia, ora minguante;&lt;br /&gt;ora aqui dentro, ora na rua, &lt;br /&gt;quero ficar e vou adiante! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou opaca e sou brilhante, &lt;br /&gt;sou de ninguém (às vezes tua);&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho fases como a lua,&lt;br /&gt;ora sou cheia, ora minguante... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou verdadeira, nua e crua, &lt;br /&gt;mas quando mínguo, inconstante,&lt;br /&gt;eu sou uma pena que flutua;&lt;br /&gt;mulher, menina, sou mutante! &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho fases como a lua... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Mara Regina Weiss)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1041945021801412726?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1041945021801412726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1041945021801412726' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1041945021801412726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1041945021801412726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-tenho-fases-como-lua.html' title='Eu tenho fases como a Lua...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4TNaxpXtxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bFf1nSO20Ew/s72-c/DSC03473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-306549855085132367</id><published>2008-01-08T22:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:58:36.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Um último adeus a 2007...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1801439850949417915&amp;amp;site=widget-bb.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1801439850949417915&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bb.slide.com/p1/1801439850949417915/bb_t041_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1801439850949417915&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bb.slide.com/p2/1801439850949417915/bb_t041_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que já aqui disse, e volto a dizer, que 2007 não será recordado como um bom ano mas ao menos será recordado por ter sido passado, em todas as suas adversidades, em optima companhia, não concordam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-306549855085132367?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/306549855085132367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=306549855085132367' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/306549855085132367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/306549855085132367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/veja-meu-slide-show_08.html' title='Um último adeus a 2007...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-8436929951677815234</id><published>2008-01-08T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:14:13.207Z</updated><title type='text'>A caminho de uma nova era...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7lRpXtsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bHijv92W8tw/s1600-h/DSC03467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7lRpXtsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bHijv92W8tw/s320/DSC03467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153168647708456642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7lhpXttI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kXQrAIyf2-k/s1600-h/DSC03429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7lhpXttI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kXQrAIyf2-k/s320/DSC03429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153168652003423954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7mBpXtuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hsIlQZ0oFeM/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7mBpXtuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hsIlQZ0oFeM/s320/DSC03434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153168660593358562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7mxpXtvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tkqGZjptNzE/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7mxpXtvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tkqGZjptNzE/s320/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153168673478260466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após ter vivido quase 7 anos neste castelo, esta "Cinderela" está a preparar-se para abraçar mais uma mudança que se espera positiva. Foram muitos os momentos vividos entre estas quatro paredes, muitas foram as gargalhadas bem como as lágrimas derramadas. Este lar viveu as minhas vitórias e derrotas, deu-me abrigo quando precisei me esconder do mundo e abriu as portas quando eu quis partilhá-lo com familiares e amigos... Deu-me uma vista magnífica desse nosso Rio Tejo para que eu nunca me esquecesse das minhas origens, deu-me fogos de artifício a cada passagem de ano, deu-me noites lindas de céu estrelado e dias em que o reflexo do sol sobre o rio apazigua qualquer alma inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;Partir, não foi certamente uma decisão tomada de ânimo leve mas uma que se provou necessária. Há alturas da vida em que todos os poros do nosso corpo gritam por uma mudança e, nessas alturas, devemos aceder a tais apelos por mais receio que qualquer mudança naturalmente suscite...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aqui vou eu rumo ao incerto com a certeza de ir no bom caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Ah é verdade, o castelo está à venda por isso passem a palavra...&lt;br /&gt;Até já!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-8436929951677815234?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/8436929951677815234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=8436929951677815234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8436929951677815234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8436929951677815234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/caminho-de-uma-nova-era.html' title='A caminho de uma nova era...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4O7lRpXtsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bHijv92W8tw/s72-c/DSC03467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-7346246937316874562</id><published>2008-01-03T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:11:55.998Z</updated><title type='text'>Perdi uma aposta mas ganhei um amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3_kghpXtZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NgLNOMKDyq4/s1600-h/aladino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3_kghpXtZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NgLNOMKDyq4/s400/aladino1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152087746173973906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que até o pessoal do Parque das Nações têm blog... ora porque não haveriam de ter? Ainda pra mais quando são de meninas giras e divertidas que escrevem bem (ou que pelo menos citam quem escreva) e que enchem o blog com músicas, fotos e imagens fantásticas? &lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda não te explicaram que num blog vale tudo amiguinho? &lt;br /&gt;Serve até pra dizer que, de facto, o &lt;em&gt;Aladino&lt;/em&gt; viveu numa cidade chinesa, longe de Marrocos (embora eu cá mantenho a minha que o génio tinha pelo menos uma costela marroquina) e que era uma da histórias das &lt;em&gt;Mil e Uma Noites&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Quem me manda a mim fazer apostas com "Deus"? &lt;br /&gt;Mas não te preocupes que eu não tenho mau perder e não costumo andar com fisgas nos bolsos. Além disso não sou fã de bombas atómicas.&lt;br /&gt;Agora curioso foi descobrir o significado do teu nome (sim porque, como sabes, eu descubro tudo e só não descobri em que país é aquele resort porque ainda não me debrucei mais sobre o assunto). Com que então protector? Algo me diz que te assenta como uma luva :)&lt;br /&gt;Bem chega de conversa fiada, não vá eu te provocar alguma úlcera sem querer. Agradeço ao choque cósmico que alinhou os astros de modo a que os nossos caminhos se cruzassem. Fico à espera de conhecer o tal bar pertinho do céu recomendado por S. Pedro, ok? E não penses que me esqueci que, no que dependesse de ti, 2008 ia ser um ano em grande... Quem te manda ser "Deus", over? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7346246937316874562?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7346246937316874562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7346246937316874562' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7346246937316874562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7346246937316874562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/perdi-uma-aposta-mas-ganhei-um-amigo.html' title='Perdi uma aposta mas ganhei um amigo...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3_kghpXtZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NgLNOMKDyq4/s72-c/aladino1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-4338117899277526207</id><published>2008-01-02T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:55:33.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Olá 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3wTbBpXtXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/p1n64RiEkN4/s1600-h/sydneyfireworks1_gallery__470x312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3wTbBpXtXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/p1n64RiEkN4/s400/sydneyfireworks1_gallery__470x312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151013428824356210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda agora chegaste e já conquistaste milhares de pessoas como só um ano novo sabe fazer. Renovas a esperança e a certeza de que serás certamente melhor que o anterior. Renovam-se promessas e resoluções ao som das doze badaladas e das passas que teimam em não passar sem a ajuda do champagne que enebria os sentidos. Enfim, renova-se a criança que há em todos nós enquanto olhamos quase em transe para os fogos de artifício que enchem os olhos e a alma de luz...&lt;br /&gt;Sê benvindo 2008 e mostra a tua magia...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê Sydney, perguntam vocês? Porque, se tudo correr bem, estarei lá pra receber 2009!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4338117899277526207?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4338117899277526207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4338117899277526207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4338117899277526207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4338117899277526207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2008/01/ol-2008.html' title='Olá 2008...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3wTbBpXtXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/p1n64RiEkN4/s72-c/sydneyfireworks1_gallery__470x312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-2742050030589847511</id><published>2007-12-30T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:13:30.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Adeus 2007...</title><content type='html'>Mais um ano que chega ao fim... Infelizmente pra alguns e felizmente para outros. Para mim, 2007 não deixará saudades. Comecei o ano, literalmente, aos trambulhões a caminho de casa. Ora seria de se imaginar que depois de ter começado o ano com a cara no chão, o resto do ano seria melhor, não acham? Pois eu estava enganada... &lt;br /&gt;2007 foi um ano de muitas batalhas perdidas mas a bandeira branca está longe de ser erguida. &lt;br /&gt;Afinal, é na adversidade que nos tornamos mais fortes e que aprendemos com o que podemos contar. Nesse prisma, 2007 foi também um ano de revelações... Aprendi que o sol nem sempre brilha mas existe, que um sorriso pode valer mais que mil palavras e que não há verdades absolutas. O que é hoje pode deixar de o ser amanhã e, por muito que nos custe, a verdade é que o tempo não espera que as nossas feridas cicatrizem. &lt;br /&gt;Mas, como diz o sábio ditado popular, "não há bem que sempre dure nem mal que não se acabe" e 2007 também teve os seus bons momentos. Foi, na recta final, o ano do reencontro com um passado longíquo que eu desistira de procurar... Resta agora esperar por 2008 pra que o passado e o presente possam seguir juntos rumo ao futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Até pró ano!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2742050030589847511?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2742050030589847511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2742050030589847511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2742050030589847511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2742050030589847511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/12/adeus-2007.html' title='Adeus 2007...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-5274117238808247167</id><published>2007-12-25T23:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:20:43.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Tradição...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeTBpXtRI/AAAAAAAAATw/JT6VJp1aELI/s1600-h/DSC03455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeTBpXtRI/AAAAAAAAATw/JT6VJp1aELI/s200/DSC03455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148069898757846290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeTRpXtSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_uzL67MUYLw/s1600-h/DSC03459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeTRpXtSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_uzL67MUYLw/s200/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148069903052813602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeUBpXtTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/TqDReEh1V68/s1600-h/DSC03456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeUBpXtTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/TqDReEh1V68/s200/DSC03456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148069915937715506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeURpXtUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zezHGRzxsS4/s1600-h/DSC03460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeURpXtUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zezHGRzxsS4/s200/DSC03460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148069920232682818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois que à hora marcada e no sítio do costume comparecemos todas cumprindo assim a tradição do café de Natal. A verdade é que a tradição já não é o que era mas ao menos ficámos todas giras nas fotos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5274117238808247167?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5274117238808247167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5274117238808247167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5274117238808247167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5274117238808247167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/12/tradio.html' title='Tradição...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R3GeTBpXtRI/AAAAAAAAATw/JT6VJp1aELI/s72-c/DSC03455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-4113230042093289848</id><published>2007-12-24T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:25:10.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal...</title><content type='html'>Aos &lt;br /&gt;de longe &lt;br /&gt;e aos de perto &lt;br /&gt;aos presentes e aos ausentes&lt;br /&gt;aos antigos e aos mais recentes &lt;br /&gt;aos que vejo a cada dia e aos que raramente&lt;br /&gt;encontro. Aos das horas difíceis e aos das horas alegres &lt;br /&gt;aos que sem querer magoei e aos que sem querer me magoaram&lt;br /&gt;aos que pouco me devem e àqueles a quem devo muito&lt;br /&gt;aos que vão e voltam e aos que não voltam mais.&lt;br /&gt;A todos os que passaram pela minha vida&lt;br /&gt;desejo que a magia do Natal &lt;br /&gt;vos envolva em momentos &lt;br /&gt;doces &lt;br /&gt;e vos traga &lt;br /&gt;sonhos embrulhados &lt;br /&gt;em realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4113230042093289848?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4113230042093289848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4113230042093289848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4113230042093289848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4113230042093289848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-368748669467358220</id><published>2007-12-12T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:04:47.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4Aa3BpXtfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Fbi13svWyQo/s1600-h/4+malukas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4Aa3BpXtfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Fbi13svWyQo/s320/4+malukas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152147506348930546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4Aa3hpXtgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/B0OuCoURKT4/s1600-h/eraumavez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4Aa3hpXtgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/B0OuCoURKT4/s320/eraumavez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152147514938865154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um dia a maioria de nós irá separar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora, das descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que partilhámos.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades até dos momentos de lágrimas, da angústia, das vésperas dos finais de semana, dos finais de ano, enfim... do companheirismo vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensei que as amizades continuassem para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho mais tanta certeza disso.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve cada um vai para seu lado, seja pelo destino ou por algum desentendimento, segue a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez continuemos a nos encontrar, quem sabe...nas cartas que trocaremos.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos falar ao telefone e dizer algumas tolices...&lt;br /&gt;Aí, os dias vão passar, meses...anos... até este contacto se tornar cada vez mais raro.&lt;br /&gt;Vamo-nos perder no tempo....&lt;br /&gt;Um dia os nossos filhos verão as nossas fotografias e perguntarão:&lt;br /&gt;"Quem são aquelas pessoas?"&lt;br /&gt;Diremos...que eram nossos amigos e...... isso vai doer tanto!&lt;br /&gt;-"Foram meus amigos, foi com eles que vivi tantos bons anos da minha vida!"&lt;br /&gt;A saudade vai apertar bem dentro do peito.&lt;br /&gt;Vai dar vontade de ligar, ouvir aquelas vozes novamente......&lt;br /&gt;Quando o nosso grupo estiver incompleto...&lt;br /&gt;reunir-nos-emos para um último adeus de um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;E, entre lágrima abraçar-nos-emos.&lt;br /&gt;Então faremos promessas de nos encontrar mais vezes daquele dia em diante.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, cada um vai para o seu lado para continuar a viver a sua vida, isolada do passado.&lt;br /&gt;E perder-nos-emos no tempo.....&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, fica aqui um pedido deste humilde amigo: não deixes que a vida passe em branco, e que pequenas adversidades sejam a causa de grandes tempestades....&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Agradeço a Fernando Pessoa por estas sábias palavras e dedico o seu poema a quem com ele concordar. Aos meus amigos aqui fica um pedido especial nesta quadra natalícia: não nos percamos no tempo...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-368748669467358220?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/368748669467358220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=368748669467358220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/368748669467358220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/368748669467358220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/12/amigos.html' title='Amigos...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/R4Aa3BpXtfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Fbi13svWyQo/s72-c/4+malukas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5784024067408078330</id><published>2007-12-01T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:52:25.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Parece que foi noutra vida... 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Alguem ainda se lembra?'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-3515589831455012858</id><published>2007-10-26T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:52:09.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história lisboeta cantada em português</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RyNspLUC-EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/omzKe9jLOA0/s1600-h/img_0815c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RyNspLUC-EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/omzKe9jLOA0/s200/img_0815c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126060255545063490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RyNspbUC-FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/023UtREXBew/s1600-h/vg_432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RyNspbUC-FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/023UtREXBew/s200/vg_432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126060259840030802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RyNsprUC-GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Du2XtTvEN8k/s1600-h/dscf1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RyNsprUC-GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Du2XtTvEN8k/s200/dscf1002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126060264134998114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ter composto uma música bonita com uma letra eloquente que descrevesse com doçura e uma pitada de humor os nossos encontros e desencontros. Mas como ainda tenho parcos recursos líricos e poéticos, resolvi aproveitar o repertório existente para, quadrado a quadrado, retalhar "nesta Lisboa que eu amo" a manta da nossa história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou "quando os teu olhos me tocaram. Eu senti que encontrára a outra metade de mim. Tive medo de acordar como se vivesse um sonho que eu não pensei em realizar". Mas após várias noitadas, copos e guitarradas naquele lugar que foi tão especial para tantos de nós, caminhámos juntos à beira rio e acabámos à beira mar a trocar "dialectos de ternura" que, ainda hoje me fazem vir "da terra até à lua". Sinto a ternura do teu olhar e a doçura do teu toque em cada "entrega alucinada". Ao acordar, abraças-me "como se abraça o tempo, a vida num momento, em gestos nunca iguais, e uma asa voa a cada beijo teu"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, dou por mim a recordar esses momentos mágicos que vivemos juntos e a ironia do destino que nos junta e nos separa, debruçada no parapeito da minha varanda a olhar "o mundo azul à minha frente, no calmo improviso do poente". Ali fico a sorrir aquele sorriso que denuncia aos olhos dos passantes que estou perdida em pensamentos... Penso em ti, penso em nós, penso nesta aventura cheia de emoções paradoxais em que embarcámos juntos. "É o riso, é a lágrima, a expressão incontrolada" porque entre nós "não podia ser de outra maneira. É a sorte, é a sina, uma mão cheia de nada e o mundo à cabeceira".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estas linhas que hoje escrevo são do livro da memória do que eu sinto por ti". Memórias coleccionadas desde o nosso "primeiro beijo" na paragem do 22 dentro de um Opel Corsa azul. Desde então "tento entender o rumo que a vida nos faz tomar. Tento esquecer a mágoa, guardar só o que é bom de guardar."&lt;br /&gt;Tenho consciência que "tudo muda, tudo parte, tudo tem o seu avesso" e que "frágil é a memória da paixão" mas mesmo assim acho que a nossa história é diferente, não só por ser nossa mas porque contigo "é sempre a primeira vez em cada regresso a casa" e porque sinto que "hei de chegar contigo onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos e o mundo nos leve pra longe de nós", quiçá além fronteiras lusas, só peço que te lembres "das horas lindas que passámos juntos". Nós só queríamos amar e amar "e hoje tenho certeza que a nossa história não temina agora"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3515589831455012858?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3515589831455012858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3515589831455012858' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3515589831455012858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3515589831455012858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/10/uma-histria-lisboeta-cantada-em.html' title='Uma história lisboeta cantada em português'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RyNspLUC-EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/omzKe9jLOA0/s72-c/img_0815c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-6391175502391724163</id><published>2007-10-06T12:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:39:23.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elogio à "Idade da Inocência"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5czNM1OTYno' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5czNM1OTYno'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em homenagem à inocência de uma criança que ainda não foi moldada por uma sociedade que nos ensina a esconder os nossos sentimentos para não sermos considerados "fracos" e que por isso diz de braços abertos e sem pudor "Gosto de ti" ou "Quero colo".&lt;br /&gt;Em homenagem ao brilho nos olhos de uma criança que acaba de receber o brinquedo que há tanto tempo pede.&lt;br /&gt;Em homenagem ao sorriso espontâneo e genuíno de uma criança capaz de iluminar uma sala e um coração com mais luz e calor que o Sol.&lt;br /&gt;Em memória dos contos de fada, dos finais felizes, das Fadas Madrinhas,dos príncipes encantados que lutam com os dragões voadores que cospem fogo e porque não do Pai Natal, da Fada dos Dentinhos de Leite e até do Coelhinho da Páscoa em quem acreditámos, sem questionar, durante parte da nossa infância.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, dedico esta música, por achar que através da sua doçura ela é o expoente máximo "idade da inocência", àquele mundo onde tudo era possível e à criança que vive dentro de cada um de nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-6391175502391724163?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/6391175502391724163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=6391175502391724163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6391175502391724163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6391175502391724163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/10/elogio-da-inocncia.html' title='Elogio à &amp;quot;Idade da Inocência&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-1867300469927544178</id><published>2007-09-19T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:43:58.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Menin(o) dos Olhos de Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UAdJ-JxgamE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UAdJ-JxgamE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dedicado àquele que gosta tanto desta música como eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menino em teu peito sinto o Tejo&lt;br /&gt;e vontades marinheiras de aproar.&lt;br /&gt;Menino em teus lábios sinto fontes&lt;br /&gt;de água doce que corre sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;Menino em teus olhos vejo espelhos&lt;br /&gt;e em teus cabelos nuvens de encantar&lt;br /&gt;e em teu corpo inteiro sinto o feno&lt;br /&gt;rijo e tenro que nem sei explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Se houver alguém que não goste&lt;br /&gt;não gaste - deixe ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só por mim quero-te tanto&lt;br /&gt;que não vai haver menino p'ra sobrar.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi nos "Esteiros" com Soeiro&lt;br /&gt;e aprendi na "Fanga" com Redol.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho no rio grande o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;e sinto o mundo inteiro no teu colo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a amar a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;que desponta em mim quando sorris.&lt;br /&gt;És um rio cheio de água levada&lt;br /&gt;e dás rumo à fragata que escolhi.&lt;br /&gt;Se houver alguém que não goste&lt;br /&gt;não gaste - deixe ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só por mim quero-te tanto&lt;br /&gt;que não vai haver menino p'ra sobrar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Barroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1867300469927544178?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1867300469927544178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1867300469927544178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1867300469927544178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1867300469927544178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/09/menino-dos-olhos-de-gua.html' title='Menin(o) dos Olhos de Água'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-1922875421154832663</id><published>2007-09-08T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:01:34.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RuJy0XnBHwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vkULYCPv9ZY/s1600-h/O+grito+-+munch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RuJy0XnBHwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vkULYCPv9ZY/s400/O+grito+-+munch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107771171407994626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer por ti, por nós. Vejo-te a fechar-te na tua redoma, a afastar as pessoas que te querem bem e a calar o que te vai na alma. Passei a ser pra ti uma rotina que te prende à memória de tempos mais felizes, um ritual que se cumpre porque sempre se cumpriu. Já nem te consigo fazer rir. Quero abraçar-te e dizer que também isto vai passar mas tenho medo de ser eu a primeira a chorar e a perguntar porquê, então retraio-me e as minhas palavras de conforto ficam mudas a pairar nesta realidade desconcertante...&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente olhas pra mim mas não me vês. Infelizmente, conheço esse olhar vazio e sei o sofrimento que ele tenta esconder. Conheço de cor o caminho que agora percorres e gela-me o coração saber que não o posso percorrer contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que nunca te esqueças que as pedras que fores encontrando pelo caminho serão a matéria prima da construção do teu futuro. Confia na tua força, na tua coragem e na tua determinação para ultrapassares todos os obstáculos que cruzarem o teu caminho e lembra-te que eu estarei sempre aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1922875421154832663?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1922875421154832663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1922875421154832663' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1922875421154832663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1922875421154832663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-grito.html' title='O Grito'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RuJy0XnBHwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vkULYCPv9ZY/s72-c/O+grito+-+munch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-2150474704888961575</id><published>2007-08-27T13:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:21:18.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You give me something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fzYfjUQAAWk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fzYfjUQAAWk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This could be nothing but I'm willing to give it a try"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2150474704888961575?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2150474704888961575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2150474704888961575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2150474704888961575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2150474704888961575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-give-me-something.html' title='You give me something...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-533934016177541947</id><published>2007-08-15T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:51:59.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E todos os caminhos vão dar ao centro comercial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RsLlDP-i0MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zvOZhAKJ9ik/s1600-h/DSC03417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RsLlDP-i0MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zvOZhAKJ9ik/s400/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098889572128051394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou ontem o mais próximo a férias que vou ter este verão (se é que se pode chamar verão a este tempo). Sexta foi o último jantar do "Team R" no qual pagámos pra cozinhar, de acordo com a Carina, onde comemorámos o final da formação e despedimo-nos do grupo que se formou em Abril e que agora segue, separadamente, o seu caminho. Sábado despedi-me de uma pessoa que a cada dia que passa se torna mais especial para mim e, a partir de domingo, todos os caminhos foram dar a um centro comercial...&lt;br /&gt;Ora vejamos: depois de um dia de ronha fui ao Colombo com a Marta numa tentativa conjunta de afogar em compras o que nos incomodava. Segunda fomos à praia trabalhar pro bronze mas com a ventania que estava trabalhámos mesmo foi pra recolha de areia (trouxemos dunas inteiras pra casa...). Indignadas com São Pedro, fomos ao Vasco da Gama... À noite estive com uma amiga que já não via há meses. Na Terça estava vento por isso já nem tentámos ir à praia. Resolvemos ser turistas em Lisboa e fomos passear pra Belem. Fomos ao Museu da Marinha onde estive com um velho amigo da faculdade (que detesta que o chamem de fofinho) e fomos comer pastéis de Belem "originais". Como boas turistas que somos, tirámos fotografias, logo, fomos ao Vasco da Gama pra pô-las a revelar. À noite fomos tomar café e como tínhamos que ir buscar as fotos, sabem onde acabámos a noite? Eu ajudo...a confirmar a minha teoria inicial: todos os caminhos vão dar ao centro comercial. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-533934016177541947?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/533934016177541947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=533934016177541947' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/533934016177541947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/533934016177541947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-todos-os-caminhos-vo-dar-ao-centro.html' title='E todos os caminhos vão dar ao centro comercial...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RsLlDP-i0MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zvOZhAKJ9ik/s72-c/DSC03417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-3564385541051076655</id><published>2007-07-27T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:06:04.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Netjets Beach Party - 26 de Julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RqntgP-i0LI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0kubiLcQSnU/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RqntgP-i0LI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0kubiLcQSnU/s400/DSC03333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091861992019513522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PALAVRAS P'RA QUE???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3564385541051076655?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3564385541051076655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3564385541051076655' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3564385541051076655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3564385541051076655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/07/netjets-beach-party-26-de-julho.html' title='Netjets Beach Party - 26 de Julho'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RqntgP-i0LI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0kubiLcQSnU/s72-c/DSC03333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5750181240757590723</id><published>2007-07-11T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:17:46.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for flying Netjets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RpUtF8OgALI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4MOy82axt50/s1600-h/DSC03257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RpUtF8OgALI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4MOy82axt50/s320/DSC03257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086020934274384050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhámos nessa onda "R"adical que nos uniu. Rimos, cantámos e ocasionalmente até trabalhámos. :P &lt;br /&gt;O resultado foi um fantástico grupo de 14 de pessoas únicas que se despedem agora do Team "R" e seguem viagem rumo ao infinito... (ou até à sala de formação). &lt;br /&gt;Priya, até já e toma bem conta da nova fornada. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5750181240757590723?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5750181240757590723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5750181240757590723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5750181240757590723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5750181240757590723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-for-flying-netjets.html' title='Thank you for flying Netjets...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RpUtF8OgALI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4MOy82axt50/s72-c/DSC03257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5882727003848585465</id><published>2007-07-10T08:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:46:55.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu dei sangue hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RpVBY8OgAPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EydHwTI_Zt8/s1600-h/campanhas_nacionais_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RpVBY8OgAPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EydHwTI_Zt8/s200/campanhas_nacionais_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086043250924454130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi um dia como tantos outros. Acordei com o despertador a refilar, levantei-me contrariada e no chuveiro ainda ouvia a minha cama a chamar por mim. Vesti-me, saí de casa, meti-me no carro e lá fui eu a cantarolar para o trabalho. Hoje não foi nenhum dia especial mas dei sangue hoje e achei que devia partilhar convosco... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5882727003848585465?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5882727003848585465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5882727003848585465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5882727003848585465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5882727003848585465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/07/eu-dei-sangue-hoje.html' title='Eu dei sangue hoje...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RpVBY8OgAPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EydHwTI_Zt8/s72-c/campanhas_nacionais_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1824736861944515704</id><published>2007-06-23T14:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:26:14.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Conselho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fBeOEZITiOE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fBeOEZITiOE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ouça um bom conselho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu lhe dou de graça&lt;br /&gt;Inútil dormir que a dor não passa&lt;br /&gt;Espere sentado&lt;br /&gt;Ou você se cansa&lt;br /&gt;Está provado, quem espera nunca alcança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha, meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Deixe esse regaço&lt;br /&gt;Brinque com meu fogo&lt;br /&gt;Venha se queimar&lt;br /&gt;Faça como eu digo&lt;br /&gt;Faça como eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Aja duas vezes antes de pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corro atrás do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vim de não sei onde&lt;br /&gt;Devagar é que não se vai longe&lt;br /&gt;Eu semeio o vento&lt;br /&gt;Na minha cidade&lt;br /&gt;Vou pra rua e bebo a tempestade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Porque não há tempo a perder... Há que saber viver)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1824736861944515704?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1824736861944515704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1824736861944515704' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1824736861944515704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1824736861944515704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/06/bom-conselho.html' title='Bom Conselho'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-2142254300010055619</id><published>2007-06-23T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:07:54.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não pense no destino, aproveite a viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0MfV-ZOxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WPvdFKBRsx0/s1600-h/Dinner+175_cort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0MfV-ZOxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WPvdFKBRsx0/s200/Dinner+175_cort.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079229687358110482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0Mf1-ZOyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YLhHo1oF33c/s1600-h/Dinner+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0Mf1-ZOyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YLhHo1oF33c/s200/Dinner+172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079229695948045090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0MgF-ZOzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NhJAoZZBy9g/s1600-h/Dinner+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0MgF-ZOzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NhJAoZZBy9g/s200/Dinner+170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079229700243012402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0MgV-ZO0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZU7Y9IKz2aI/s1600-h/Dinner+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0MgV-ZO0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZU7Y9IKz2aI/s200/Dinner+167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079229704537979714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0Mgl-ZO1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/VFEciqF7CGY/s1600-h/Dinner+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0Mgl-ZO1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/VFEciqF7CGY/s200/Dinner+178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079229708832947026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a cada passo que damos, encontramos novas pessoas pelo caminho da vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2142254300010055619?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2142254300010055619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2142254300010055619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2142254300010055619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2142254300010055619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/06/porque-cada-passo-que-damos-encontramos.html' title='Não pense no destino, aproveite a viagem'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rn0MfV-ZOxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WPvdFKBRsx0/s72-c/Dinner+175_cort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-6680107338261067777</id><published>2007-06-17T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:01:42.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã é segunda-feira</title><content type='html'>Sei que andava desaparecida mas nem dei pelo tempo passar. Desde o meu último post, fiz anos, mudei de emprego, fui a Aveiro despedir-me do velho, a Tomar celebrar o novo e provar Mouchão, estive com amigos que estão sempre por perto e com aqueles que a vida levou para longe, com aqueles que me divertem e com aqueles que me obrigam a pôr os pés no chão e me relembram as "regras da sensatez" e a importância do equilíbrio sob pena de destruirem um sonho que nunca chegou a concretizar-se, fiz amigos novos, ri e até chorei. No entanto fazendo o meu habitual balanço "domingueiro", é a primeira vez que chego à conclusão que amanhã é segunda-feira e não faz mal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-6680107338261067777?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/6680107338261067777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=6680107338261067777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6680107338261067777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6680107338261067777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/06/amanh-segunda-feira.html' title='Amanhã é segunda-feira'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-6099592065462440341</id><published>2007-04-26T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:29:04.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns para mim!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf1wx75kI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BkNj-9EeVhg/s1600-h/A+mana+a+investir+no+futuro+da+familia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf1wx75kI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BkNj-9EeVhg/s320/A+mana+a+investir+no+futuro+da+familia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057929233745831490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf2Ax75lI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cXkDnZtgaI8/s1600-h/Onde+t%C3%A3o+esses+olhos+alegres+agora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf2Ax75lI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cXkDnZtgaI8/s320/Onde+t%C3%A3o+esses+olhos+alegres+agora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057929238040798802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf2Ax75mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a0btnK56CU8/s1600-h/Pai+e+filha+sempre+no+seu+melhor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf2Ax75mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a0btnK56CU8/s320/Pai+e+filha+sempre+no+seu+melhor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057929238040798818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf2gx75nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tP892VWfiKY/s1600-h/Eu+n%C3%A3o+sou+um+esquim%C3%B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf2gx75nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tP892VWfiKY/s320/Eu+n%C3%A3o+sou+um+esquim%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057929246630733426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma velinha, mais um aninho de aventuras...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-6099592065462440341?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/6099592065462440341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=6099592065462440341' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6099592065462440341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6099592065462440341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/04/parabns-para-mim.html' title='Parabéns para mim!!!'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RjFf1wx75kI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BkNj-9EeVhg/s72-c/A+mana+a+investir+no+futuro+da+familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-7207832084492256257</id><published>2007-04-25T00:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:33:36.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BAiSGOaE5U8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BAiSGOaE5U8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Algumas das personagens podem mudar de ano pra ano mas, no final do dia, o lema continua o mesmo de Lisboa a Braga passando por Aveiro:"uma noite de travessuras e esquecer as amarguras, as amigas estão comigo é só curtir..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7207832084492256257?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7207832084492256257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7207832084492256257' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7207832084492256257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7207832084492256257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-girls.html' title='Just Girls'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-8920521859161178981</id><published>2007-04-23T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:51:26.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Começar de novo...</title><content type='html'>Mais uma vez chegou a uma encruzilhada... Sem hesitar, deu um passo em frente. Parou. Olhou pra trás e lembrou-se do entusiasmo do primeiro dia, das pessoas novas que conheceu, das lições que aprendeu. Sorriu. Deu mais um passo em frente e sentiu o coração a bater descompassadamente. Parou. Lembrou-se do sofrimento que lhe fora inflingido nos últimos 20 meses, das manhãs que lutou contra si mesma para sair da cama, do desespero, da angústia, da ingratidão, das injustiças, das intrigas e das maldades. Sentiu uma lágrima e outra e outra a escorrerem pelas maçãs do rosto. Num movimento abrupto e desajeitado, limpou a cara e respirou fundo. Tinha tomado a decisão certa. Seguiu em frente e quando chegou ao outro lado, olhou pra trás uma última vez. Gravou na memória os bons momentos consciente que são estes que nos dão força pra ultrapassar os maus e agradeceu a oportunidade que a vida nos dá de começar de novo sempre que precisamos. Sorriu por saber que sempre que a vida lhe fechara uma porta, não descansara enquanto não abrira uma janela. Recordou todos os que a ajudaram ao longo do caminho com ternura e gratidão. Despediu-se de mais uma etapa da sua vida. Sentiu as primeiras gotas de chuva a cairem-lhe na cabeça. Olhou pra cima, rodopiou até ficar tonta e riu-se ao imaginar a sua figura os olhos de quem passasse. Parou e desta vez já não olhou pra trás. De cabeça erguida, com a roupa colada ao corpo e os olhos molhados de emoções paradoxais, seguiu o seu caminho com uma certeza confiante que quando a chuva passasse, o sol voltaria a brilhar...&lt;br /&gt;(continua...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-8920521859161178981?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/8920521859161178981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=8920521859161178981' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8920521859161178981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8920521859161178981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/04/comear-de-novo.html' title='Começar de novo...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-3582602505562374690</id><published>2007-04-23T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:54:05.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Baptismo de 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Ri0M8CBmb2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/gCyizp79iYU/s1600-h/DSC02609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Ri0M8CBmb2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/gCyizp79iYU/s320/DSC02609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056712182082203490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num ano marcado por tantas mudanças é reconfortante saber que há certas coisas que não mudam: dia 21 de Abril, na praia da Torre, abri a época balnear com um mergulho revigorante na companhia da pessoa que ano após ano mergulha comigo em todas as marés da minha vida. Obrigada Marta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-3582602505562374690?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/3582602505562374690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=3582602505562374690' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3582602505562374690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/3582602505562374690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-baptismo-de-2007.html' title='O Baptismo de 2007'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/Ri0M8CBmb2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/gCyizp79iYU/s72-c/DSC02609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5422513332894107017</id><published>2007-04-08T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:46:47.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Onde está você agora?"</title><content type='html'>Porque existem momentos mágicos passados na companhia de pessoas fantásticas e porque existe a saudade, dedico este post àquele que povoa os meus sonhos mas que não partilha a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Às vezes, no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordad(a)&lt;br /&gt;Juntando o antes, o agora e o depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê você me deixa tão solt(a)?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê você não cola em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo muito sozinh(a)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nem quero ser sua don(a)&lt;br /&gt;É que um carinho às vezes cai bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho meus segredos e planos secretos&lt;br /&gt;Só abro pra você mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê você me esquece e some?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu me interessar por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;E se el(e), de repente, me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;É claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;Fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;Ou não está madur(o)&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você agora?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caetano Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5422513332894107017?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5422513332894107017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5422513332894107017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5422513332894107017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5422513332894107017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/04/onde-est-voc-agora.html' title='&quot;Onde está você agora?&quot;'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-4781652518047233067</id><published>2007-04-06T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:12:31.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsWAXzsbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4ks1V1Pbmww/s1600-h/DSC03132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsWAXzsbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4ks1V1Pbmww/s200/DSC03132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050132051222835634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsWwXzscI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jX05lD8W1pc/s1600-h/Jantar+Mesacais+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsWwXzscI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jX05lD8W1pc/s200/Jantar+Mesacais+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050132064107737538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsXAXzsdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U-yLPQZq66Q/s1600-h/DSC03128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsXAXzsdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U-yLPQZq66Q/s200/DSC03128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050132068402704850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsXQXzseI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p4D_xesFGQA/s1600-h/Tia+babada_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsXQXzseI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p4D_xesFGQA/s200/Tia+babada_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050132072697672162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsXgXzsfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/n0-RTae_FgE/s1600-h/DSC03155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsXgXzsfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/n0-RTae_FgE/s200/DSC03155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050132076992639474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estamos todos interligados e porque é possível juntar colegas, amigos e família no "Passeio do Oriente" e ter momentos "Musicais"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4781652518047233067?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4781652518047233067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4781652518047233067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4781652518047233067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4781652518047233067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWsWAXzsbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4ks1V1Pbmww/s72-c/DSC03132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-6574193172298062994</id><published>2007-03-18T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:28:36.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Há mar e mar, há ir e voltar"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWTDwXzsOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dwLJkhHBSo0/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWTDwXzsOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dwLJkhHBSo0/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050104249899528418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois que então, tal como previsto, dois terços das "girls" meteram-se a caminho da Figueira pra encontrar o terço que já estava no Maresia à nossa espera embora as nossas imperiais não. O "Correia dos amendoins" lá resolveu a questão e pela primeira vez em dias senti-me feliz...&lt;br /&gt;O momento foi captado a preto e branco mas o fim de semana foi vivido com todas as cores...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-6574193172298062994?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/6574193172298062994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=6574193172298062994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6574193172298062994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/6574193172298062994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/03/h-mar-e-mar-h-ir-e-voltar.html' title='&quot;Há mar e mar, há ir e voltar&quot;...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RhWTDwXzsOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dwLJkhHBSo0/s72-c/IMG_0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1618845548966516975</id><published>2007-03-15T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:31:48.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Just girls a caminho da Figueira ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnJK2zwoPI/AAAAAAAAADg/msCUKJrRcdo/s1600-h/as+trintonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnJK2zwoPI/AAAAAAAAADg/msCUKJrRcdo/s320/as+trintonas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042282446166466802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnJLWzwoQI/AAAAAAAAADo/hYEJH6ZWlUc/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnJLWzwoQI/AAAAAAAAADo/hYEJH6ZWlUc/s320/DSC02164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042282454756401410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há semanas assim...&lt;br /&gt;Passam por nós, atiram-nos p'ra dentro de uma arena onde os leões são os mais meigos dos animais com que convivemos ou despejam marés vivas de sentimentos paradoxais que mal nos deixam vir à tona respirar ou sugam-nos pra dentro do olho do furacão mais faminto depois de nos fazer rodopiar até perdermos os sentidos. Pregam-nos tantas partidas que o melhor a fazer é lembrar que também elas hão de passar.&lt;br /&gt;Também esta semana chegará ao fim e lá me espera um fim de semana maravilhoso na companhia de quem, felizmente, permanece semana após semana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1618845548966516975?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1618845548966516975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1618845548966516975' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1618845548966516975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1618845548966516975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-girls-caminho-da-figueira.html' title='Just girls a caminho da Figueira ...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnJK2zwoPI/AAAAAAAAADg/msCUKJrRcdo/s72-c/as+trintonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1559184091981022164</id><published>2007-03-15T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:07:51.747Z</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnDo2zwoMI/AAAAAAAAADI/d_25YeuBiAs/s1600-h/Serenata+Tuist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnDo2zwoMI/AAAAAAAAADI/d_25YeuBiAs/s320/Serenata+Tuist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042276364492775618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas sorriem quando querem gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Elas cantam quando querem chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Elas choram quando estão felizes&lt;br /&gt;E riem quando estão nervosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas lutam por aquilo que acreditam.&lt;br /&gt;Elas levantam-se contra a injustiça.&lt;br /&gt;Elas não aceitam "não" como resposta quando &lt;br /&gt;acreditam que existe melhor solução. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas andam sem sapatos novos para que &lt;br /&gt;suas crianças possam tê-los.&lt;br /&gt;Elas vão ao médico com uma amiga assustada.&lt;br /&gt;Elas amam incondicionalmente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uma semana depois porque acredito que o dia da mulher não é apenas no dia 8 de Março e sim todos os dias... Obrigada TUIST por uma linda noite de serenatas debaixo de um céu estrelado e perto de uma fonte iluminada...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1559184091981022164?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1559184091981022164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1559184091981022164' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1559184091981022164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1559184091981022164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/03/mulheres.html' title='Mulheres'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RfnDo2zwoMI/AAAAAAAAADI/d_25YeuBiAs/s72-c/Serenata+Tuist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1374459562111705900</id><published>2007-03-15T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:45:05.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rfm9MmzwoJI/AAAAAAAAACw/BNKbGf01axs/s1600-h/J%C3%A1+sou+maior+de+idade!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rfm9MmzwoJI/AAAAAAAAACw/BNKbGf01axs/s320/J%C3%A1+sou+maior+de+idade!!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042269282091704466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida, &lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte, &lt;br /&gt;Sou a irmã do Sonho,e desta sorte &lt;br /&gt;Sou a crucificada ... a dolorida ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida, &lt;br /&gt;E que o destino amargo, triste e forte, &lt;br /&gt;Impele brutalmente para a morte! &lt;br /&gt;Alma de luto sempre incompreendida!... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela que passa e ninguém vê... &lt;br /&gt;Sou a que chamam triste sem o ser... &lt;br /&gt;Sou a que chora sem saber porquê... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou, &lt;br /&gt;Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver, &lt;br /&gt;E que nunca na vida me encontrou! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque há dias em que todos perdemos o norte e porque há dias em que já não sei quem "EU" sou, apenas quem fui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1374459562111705900?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1374459562111705900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1374459562111705900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1374459562111705900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1374459562111705900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/03/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rfm9MmzwoJI/AAAAAAAAACw/BNKbGf01axs/s72-c/J%C3%A1+sou+maior+de+idade!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-464454846093679889</id><published>2007-03-15T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:31:26.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Um passo p'ra trás antes de dar dois p'ra frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rfm7FWzwoII/AAAAAAAAACo/wo7QUcCTeSo/s1600-h/alice_3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rfm7FWzwoII/AAAAAAAAACo/wo7QUcCTeSo/s320/alice_3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042266958514397314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos em que o silêncio exprime mais que mil palavras e há momentos em que é tão ensurdecedor que mais vale calá-lo com palavras... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renasci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 de Fevereiro: o dia em o meu mundo tremeu. Um terramoto de sentimentos que acresentou valores à escala de Richter. O dia em que o Titanic naufragou no vazio do meu peito. O dia em que deixei de acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 de Fevereiro: O dia em que conheci a Alice. Curiosas as metáforas da vida ... "Alice no País das Maravilhas" uma história de encantar p'ra salvar uma criança desencantada e sem rumo. Falámos, ela calculou o meu número e disse-me que sou violeta. Pediu-me que traçasse uma meta... Lembrei-me de ter lido que "o objectivo da vida é uma vida com objectivos" e defini o primeiro: vou dar cor à minha vida!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-464454846093679889?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/464454846093679889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=464454846093679889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/464454846093679889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/464454846093679889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/03/um-passo-pra-trs-antes-de-dar-dois-pra.html' title='Um passo p&apos;ra trás antes de dar dois p&apos;ra frente'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rfm7FWzwoII/AAAAAAAAACo/wo7QUcCTeSo/s72-c/alice_3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-8116824610730645808</id><published>2007-02-18T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:55:09.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo de Tentar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjziY4aeJI/AAAAAAAAABw/ijUEW1_RNRY/s1600-h/Ladies+in+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjziY4aeJI/AAAAAAAAABw/ijUEW1_RNRY/s320/Ladies+in+red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033040355706697874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjzNY4aeII/AAAAAAAAABo/aCM-4mLBgPA/s1600-h/Ma+e+Paty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjzNY4aeII/AAAAAAAAABo/aCM-4mLBgPA/s320/Ma+e+Paty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033039994929444994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdjy3I4aeHI/AAAAAAAAABg/FOlez_gRraU/s1600-h/As+Raqueis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdjy3I4aeHI/AAAAAAAAABg/FOlez_gRraU/s320/As+Raqueis.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033039612677355634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começas a aprender que beijos não são contratos, e presentes não são promessas. (...) &lt;br /&gt;E não importa o quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. Descobres que se leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la e que podes fazer coisas, num instante, das quais te arrependerás pelo resto da vida. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que tu tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida. (...) &lt;br /&gt;Descobres que as pessoas com quem mais te importas na vida, são tiradas de ti muito depressa. Por isso, sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vemos.(...) &lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática. (...) &lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que quando estás com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de seres cruel. Aprendes que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguem. Algumas vezes, tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, tu seras em algum momento, condenado.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que o consertes. &lt;br /&gt;E, finalmente, aprendes que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás. &lt;br /&gt;Portanto, planta teu jardim e decora tua alma ao invés de esperar que alguem te traga flores. E percebes que realmente podes suportar... que realmente és forte e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor, e que tu tens valor diante da vida! (...) &lt;br /&gt;E só nos faz perder o bem que poderiamos conquistar, o medo de tentar!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dedicado a quatro mulheres fantásticas: Marta, Patrícia, Sandra e Fátima)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-8116824610730645808?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/8116824610730645808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=8116824610730645808' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8116824610730645808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/8116824610730645808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/02/medo-de-tentar.html' title='Medo de Tentar'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjziY4aeJI/AAAAAAAAABw/ijUEW1_RNRY/s72-c/Ladies+in+red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-7725035856001757390</id><published>2007-02-18T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:30:40.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser Feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjEgY4aeCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/44iVQUb8FBQ/s1600-h/pessoa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjEgY4aeCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/44iVQUb8FBQ/s320/pessoa3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032988644300453922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar &lt;br /&gt;irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço &lt;br /&gt;de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. &lt;br /&gt;E que posso evitar que ela vá a falência. &lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena &lt;br /&gt;viver, apesar de todos os desafios, &lt;br /&gt;incompreensões e períodos de crise. &lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos &lt;br /&gt;problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história. &lt;br /&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser &lt;br /&gt;capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. &lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. &lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. &lt;br /&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um "não". &lt;br /&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. &lt;br /&gt;Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..." &lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Todos nós temos momentos de fraqueza ... à minha família e amigos peço desculpas pelo meu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-7725035856001757390?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/7725035856001757390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=7725035856001757390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7725035856001757390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/7725035856001757390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/02/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser Feliz...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjEgY4aeCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/44iVQUb8FBQ/s72-c/pessoa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-5668911349287137048</id><published>2007-02-02T06:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:14:03.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Também isto há de passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjqlI4aeDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FV_L8bCT9HU/s1600-h/ventana_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjqlI4aeDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FV_L8bCT9HU/s320/ventana_dali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033030507346688050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre curioso reler o que escrevemos no passado mas há pressupostos e verdades que se mantêm sempre. Em Março de 2005, houve uma pessoa que me desiludiu muito … Actualmente raramente o vejo. Foi cobarde, foi-se embora desprezando a minha amizade, negou-me o direito de o confrontar, de purgar do peito a dor, mágoa e desilusão de perder um sonho e um amigo… Mas a frase da Sara ecoa na minha mente “a única coisa que nos pode desiludir são as pessoas” e desde então vi partir uma amiga em busca de um amor que a levou para tão longe que já não encontrou o caminho de volta a nós … Afinal há gotinhas do Tejo que secam … Penso nela algumas vezes mas já não sinto a sua falta… Desejo que tenha encontrado a felicidade que tanto ambicionava e que isso seja o suficiente para apaziguar aquele coração inquieto. E ainda a mesma frase ecoa … quantas mais desilusões terei de suportar com graciosidade? Quantas lágrimas cairão na ausência de testemunhas para que as minhas fraquezas não sejam expostas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sombra do desemprego já não me assombra tanto, no entanto aos 31 o peso do fracasso é ainda mais esmagador. As premissas continuam a ser as mesmas: a instabilidade financeira, um percurso profissional desnorteado e indeterminado, aliado a uma enorme solidão e ao terror de não poder concretizar um dos meus maiores sonhos: ser mãe… Tantos outros sonhos já se dissiparam pelo caminho… Olho p’ra trás e vejo que não fiz nada do que ambicionei, não cruzei nenhuma das minhas metas, não construí nada … ando à deriva há tanto tempo que já nem sei onde quero atracar. Vivo o dia a dia com a certeza desconcertante que a minha hora chegará antes de ter tempo de inverter esta espiral descendente que me tenta naufragar…&lt;br /&gt;Procuro consolo na certeza incerta que quando o fardo que carregamos parece pesado demais e que só vemos um par de pegadas na areia, devemos agradecer a quem nos estiver a carregar ao colo naqueles momentos em que já não temos forças nas pernas…&lt;br /&gt;Nesta luta interior constante, sei que tenho suficientes coisas boas p’ra aguentar as investidas das coisas más. No entanto a maldade, o desespero e a angústia que por vezes me assomam, toldam a minha visão e por entre as lágrimas sofridas que escorrem pelas maçãs do meu rosto apenas consigo ver que já não quero ver mais nada….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disto isto, deixo feito o meu último pedido a todos que me amaram de alguma maneira… Quando eu morrer, quero apenas lágrimas de alegria em homenagem aos bons momentos que passámos juntos, quero rosas brancas em homenagem à paz que finalmente encontrei e quero música pois sempre me refugiei nela. Dancei e cantei com ela nos momentos de alegria inebriante e chorei e adormeci com ela nos momentos em que ela exprimia melhor do que eu alguma vez soube a dor que sentia. Finalmente, quero ser entregue ao mar já que também eu contribuí a salgá-lo e porque em vida passei por todas as suas fases. Vivi marés-cheias, marés vazias e até marés vivas. Experimentei tsunamis de alegria e maremotos de desespero e por isso tudo, acho justo que seja no mar que encontre o meu repouso final. Juntem-se todos numa praia, ergam as vossas taças e façam um brinde por mim, bem alto p’ra eu vos poder ouvir (mão direita é pénalti), e lembrem-se que da mesma forma que o mar volta sempre p’ra acariciar a areia, onde quer que esteja, estarei sempre a velar por vós… Obrigada pelas memórias e por me amarem tal como sou da mesma maneira que vos amo incindicionlmente por terem sido sempre o sol e as estrelas que me guiarm sempre que perdi o caminho de volta pa casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-5668911349287137048?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/5668911349287137048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=5668911349287137048' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5668911349287137048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/5668911349287137048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/02/tambm-isto-h-de-passar.html' title='Também isto há de passar'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/RdjqlI4aeDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FV_L8bCT9HU/s72-c/ventana_dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-4841962338247950472</id><published>2007-01-15T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:25:49.812Z</updated><title type='text'>O quarto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rav-ZK2OAcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OpniS10gyjw/s1600-h/Vincent_van_Gogh_o_quarto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020385917996499394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rav-ZK2OAcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OpniS10gyjw/s320/Vincent_van_Gogh_o_quarto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim sós... No silêncio destas quatros paredes ecoam os meus sentimentos mais íntimos. O mundo à minha volta pertence a outra dimensão. Aqui, neste templo sagrado, partilho sozinha as alegrias e as esperanças, bem como as tristezas, medos e inseguranças. Neste espaço registo pra todo o sempre os conflitos contidos no âmago do meu ser, as arritmias do meu coração e os delírios do meu cérebro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale tudo p'ra alimentar a ilusão que me afasta de um mundo cruel, frio e indiferente. Vale tudo p'ra preencher o vazio tempo suficiente p'ra que o meu corpo, cansado, se entregue à docura do sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É aqui, neste palco improvisado, que o papel principal é meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que alguns destes pensamentos passou pela cabeça do célebre pintor holandês quando ele pintou "o quarto"? Terá ele também percebido a importância destas quatro paredes?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-4841962338247950472?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/4841962338247950472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=4841962338247950472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4841962338247950472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/4841962338247950472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/01/enfim-ss.html' title='O quarto'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rav-ZK2OAcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OpniS10gyjw/s72-c/Vincent_van_Gogh_o_quarto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-1071611161195448862</id><published>2007-01-15T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:57:05.975Z</updated><title type='text'>Injustiça poética</title><content type='html'>Um poema é uma sequência de palavras&lt;br /&gt;que definem, mal ou bem,&lt;br /&gt;os sentimentos daquele que o escreve.&lt;br /&gt;Um poema é a ausência de lógica&lt;br /&gt;pois a sua estrutura depende da complexidade&lt;br /&gt;e da pluralidade da linguagem&lt;br /&gt;e só existe enquanto tiver capacidade&lt;br /&gt;de complicar aquilo que é simples.&lt;br /&gt;Um poema compensa a cobardia do poeta&lt;br /&gt;dizendo aquilo que o poeta&lt;br /&gt;não tem coragem de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Um poema é o apelo desesperado de alguém&lt;br /&gt;que não consegue aceitar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;e por isso cria um mundo imperceptível para os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde a palavra tem mais força,&lt;br /&gt;onde o poeta tem poder,&lt;br /&gt;e onde os leitores são meros instrumentos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, na realidade, um poema é apenas&lt;br /&gt;a corrupção de uma página em branco&lt;br /&gt;por palavras desconexas&lt;br /&gt;escritas por alguém&lt;br /&gt;que, provavelmente,não merece ser lembrado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-1071611161195448862?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/1071611161195448862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=1071611161195448862' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1071611161195448862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/1071611161195448862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/01/injustia-potica.html' title='Injustiça poética'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-2918027767299186369</id><published>2007-01-15T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:18:11.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Águas de Março não movem moinhos mas também não esquecem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj6CI4aeMI/AAAAAAAAACc/0tR4FKj-w-0/s1600-h/memoria_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj6CI4aeMI/AAAAAAAAACc/0tR4FKj-w-0/s320/memoria_dali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033047498237311170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem porque resolvi escrever este mail numa 6ª feira (ou sábado visto que já passa da meia noite). Sei que deves estar a divertir-te imenso na margem sul e que a lembrança da minha pessoa nem sequer cruzou a linha dos teus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já saí e já voltei e quando aqui cheguei, senti uma enorme vontade de telefonar e ouvir a tua voz... Não me pareceu boa ideia... entre um copo e uma música tocada pelos teus dedos, apaixonados pela viola que acariciam, duvido que tivesses paciência, por mais "gentleman" que sejas, para aturar os devaneios de uma alma caprichosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas calada também já não consigo ficar. Qualquer dia morro engasgada... Há tanta coisa que gostaria de te poder perguntar a olhar-te nos olhos para que eles te atraiçoassem e me dessem as respostas que tanto procuro por mais eloquentes que fossem, simultaneamente, as tuas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo, ou se calhar faço-me de desentendida para adiar o que, inevitavelmente, será inadiável. Gostaria de saber porque manténs uma postura tão misteriosa, omissa e evasiva mesmo quando eu tento ser a mais sincera contigo em relação ao que penso e sinto... (continuo à espera de feedback em relação ao desafio "jogo de cartas" lançado numa das minhas sms e do brinde que há tanto tempo procura uma ocasião, frase, pensamento, comemoração ou lamento importante o suficiente para, finalmente, ouvir-se o bater dos nossos copos a selar esse ritual solene, tantas vezes adiado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse-te uma vez que não estava disposta a passar a vida a remar contra a maré, já o fiz durante a maior parte da minha existência e, finalmente, convenci-me que isso apenas acelerava e aumentava, consideravelmente, a probabilidade de eu me afogar... Acordei p’ra vida e estou disposta a receber o que ela tiver p’ra me dar, sem pensar no amanhã, porque "amanhã é sempre longe de mais..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, o meu filme favorito foi o Clube dos Poetas Mortos e, talvez, depois de o ter visto pela centésima vez, tenha finalmente captado a mensagem tantas vezes ecoada na voz do Robin Williams "carpe diem"... e é mesmo isso que tenciono fazer a partir de agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás o nosso 1º encontro foi um desses momentos... o fado assim quis que 2 almas desorientadas se cruzassem...uma, magoada, sem saber se deveria ou não perdoar o sofrimento que lhe fora infligido e a outra, resignada e solitária, a pensar que a sua vida acabaria antes dos 30.&lt;br /&gt;Falei contigo nessa noite como se te conhecesse há anos e despertaste em mim algo que há muito fora adormecido. O tempo passou e a nossa amizade foi se consolidando...ajudaste-me a ultrapassar uma fase complicada e por isso ser-te-ei eternamente grata, aconteça o que acontecer. Tivemos o nosso momento de magia mas preferiste voltar para uma falsa noção de segurança e não quiseste embarcar nessa nossa aventura... Ficou adiada... Respeitei mas não concordei... Não terá chegado agora o momento de navegarmos juntos, uma vez que o destino novamente nos aproximou?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho estrutura psicológica para andar ao vai e vem das rabanadas de vento que sopras na minha direcção. Preciso de saber o que vês quando olhas p’ra mim ou como me definirias se eu fosse uma entrada no teu dicionário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas pessoas que não devem nada a ninguém e que gostam, julgo eu, de estar na companhia uma da outra não têm de se martirizar a pensar no futuro mas também não deviam desperdiçar o presente... Não achas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos da "estrela guia" que poderia levar-te a conhecer mundos desconhecidos, mágicos e inesquecíveis...bastava que confiasses em mim e que te deixasses levar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-2918027767299186369?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/2918027767299186369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=2918027767299186369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2918027767299186369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/2918027767299186369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/01/guas-de-maro-no-movem-moinhos-mas-tambm.html' title='Águas de Março não movem moinhos mas também não esquecem'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj6CI4aeMI/AAAAAAAAACc/0tR4FKj-w-0/s72-c/memoria_dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-9039823332202635196</id><published>2007-01-15T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:08:16.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj4Ko4aeLI/AAAAAAAAACM/ABg45kftjKA/s1600-h/chegou+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj4Ko4aeLI/AAAAAAAAACM/ABg45kftjKA/s320/chegou+2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033045445242943666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj37o4aeKI/AAAAAAAAACE/mUDb5Gfsjjs/s1600-h/pedireito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj37o4aeKI/AAAAAAAAACE/mUDb5Gfsjjs/s320/pedireito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033045187544905890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um que se foi e mais um que acaba de chegar. Será que é finalmente neste ano que acaba de nascer que as coisas vão melhorar? Talvez eu finalmente cumpra todas as resoluções feitas anualmente quando as defesas do corpo humano estão enfraquecidas pelo champanhe que acompanha a ocasião e que inebria os sentidos. Talvez algum dos meus desejos se cumpra apesar de eu não gostar de passas. Talvez o facto de eu ter entrado com o pé direito contribua para a minha felicidade ao invés de ser apenas mais uma das tradições banais à qual me submeto, que ainda por cima contribui para o mau estado do meu tendão de Aquiles. Talvez comece finalmente a escrever o livro que provavelmente ninguém lerá mas que será de qualquer forma o meu contributo para a humanidade. Talvez as pessoas aprendam a cumprir sorrindo o que um dia prometeram chorando. Talvez comecemos a viver num mundo com menos falsidade, egoísmo e traição. Talvez possamos viver felizes e em paz. Talvez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-9039823332202635196?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/9039823332202635196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=9039823332202635196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9039823332202635196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/9039823332202635196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2007/01/ano-novo.html' title='Ano Novo ...'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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/_d7msyu9aCpw/Rdj4Ko4aeLI/AAAAAAAAACM/ABg45kftjKA/s72-c/chegou+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10283741.post-110800011292040501</id><published>2005-02-10T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:48:32.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/640/DSC00660.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/320/DSC00660.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indo nós a caminho de Viseu pelos caminhos de Portugal, encontrámos um cavalo e uns quantos ursos e passámos o Carnaval em Aveiro!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-110800011292040501?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/110800011292040501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=110800011292040501' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110800011292040501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110800011292040501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2005/02/indo-ns-caminho-de-viseu-pelos.html' title=''/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-110635843913136596</id><published>2005-01-22T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-22T02:07:59.806Z</updated><title type='text'>O princípio do fim e o fim do princípio ... a história de uma passagem de ano inter-tunas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/640/Todas%20as%20palhinhas%20vo%20dar%20a%20um%20copo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/320/Todas%20as%20palhinhas%20vo%20dar%20a%20um%20copo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ele estava a espreita... desejoso de chegar e de começar a dar as cartas!!! Mas, como manda o figurino, nada de deixar entrar o novo antes de nos despedirmos do velho, por isso aguenta-te aí 2005 que 2004 vai sair de cena em grande (e não é que saiu mesmo?!?!).&lt;br /&gt;A festa estava marcada para as 20h do dia 31 de Dezembro, numa casa com vista pro Tejo e com uma lista de convidados no mínimo única...LOL. (E quem disse que tunos "rivais" não sabem conviver em harmonia?) Ninguém morreu... é um facto mas, tal como os convidados, os acontecimentos também foram únicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora vejamos... desde passar a meia-noite a dormir; enfeitar as varandas dos vizinhos com os excessos do espumante bebido (afinal tudo o que entra, inevitavelmente, sai); serenatas entoadoas e ouvidas com &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;altivez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e à espera do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;primeiro beijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que nunca chegou a ser dado; declarações apaixondas proferidas à frente de uma dúzia de testemunhas (sim porque dos 16 presentes, uma lavava energicamente a loiça, outra dormia após o árduo trabalho de decoração de varandas, outra comemorava a passagem de ano às 3 da manhã tendo em conta que esteve a olhar pra dentro à hora em que os restantes comemoraram 2005 e o protagonista activo que, bem vistas as coisas, também foi testemunha de si próprio); confidências &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trocadas enquanto o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jarbas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; passava bilhetes (que ainda hoje enfeitam o frigorífico) por baixo da porta trancada da cozinha a chamá-las de anti-sociais e a oferecer bebidas que nunca chegaram a ser servidas; e a finalizar ao som de bossa nova a ver dois moçoilos a tentarem, enebriados, conquistar a mesma moça (LOL ... Já sei foi o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;efeito da música&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Ufa... pausa pra respirar ... já está.&lt;br /&gt;Isto foi apenas um cheirinho desta grande noite de momentos únicos, povoada com seres únicos. Muito ficou por dizer mas também o que aqui fica votado ao silêncio será a recordação dos presentes e a curiosidade, que não será saciada, dos ausentes. A vida é injusta ... eu sei!!! Aceitam-se candidatos para a passagem de ano 2005/2006 - o local e a data já estão confirmados. Atreve-te a aceitar este desafio .... ou não até porque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todas as palhinhas vão dar à caipirinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-110635843913136596?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/110635843913136596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=110635843913136596' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110635843913136596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110635843913136596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2005/01/o-princpio-do-fim-e-o-fim-do-princpio_22.html' title='O princípio do fim e o fim do princípio ... a história de uma passagem de ano inter-tunas!!!'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-110628427956570897</id><published>2005-01-21T05:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-21T05:26:42.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/640/Finalmente%20juntas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/320/Finalmente%20juntas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sempre é verdade que uma imagem vale mais do que mil palavras. 2004 juntou aquilo que tempo algum será capaz de separar. Obrigada por terem cruzado o meu caminho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10283741-110628427956570897?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/110628427956570897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=110628427956570897' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110628427956570897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110628427956570897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-girls_110628427956570897.html' title='Just Girls!!!'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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-10283741.post-110625054785317702</id><published>2005-01-20T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-21T05:25:15.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my world!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/640/Raka_model%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/248/3073/320/Raka_model%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sejam benvindos a este espaço onde terão a oportunidade de tentar conhecer melhor esta personagem única (por todos os motivos e mais alguns) que sou ... EU!!! Não me vou alargar no discurso porque se não tenho paciência de os ouvir, também não serei eu a impingí-los. Espero que o tempo passado cá seja educativo, elucidativo mas, acima de tudo, divertido. Cá vos espero. Participem e lembrem-se que &lt;strong&gt;eu sou muito mais eu&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/10283741-110625054785317702?l=raka75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/feeds/110625054785317702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10283741&amp;postID=110625054785317702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110625054785317702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10283741/posts/default/110625054785317702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raka75.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my world!!!'/><author><name>Raka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04613265705718802102</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></feed>
