<?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-8040701213064652474</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:22:45.336Z</updated><title type='text'>DesigualPeople</title><subtitle type='html'>DIFERENT PEOPLE IS NOT THE SAME! Yes it is not the same!
It´s Different People! 
Um espaço para relembrar que a LIBERDADE de cada um de NÓS acaba quando começa a LIBERDADE do OUTRO!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3656231368838661806</id><published>2009-09-25T21:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:26:24.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Insisto ou Desisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desisto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não não, Insisto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E depois de 970 dias semi-vividos, XXX€ gastos se calhar vale a pena insistir e pensar que em menos de uma semana serei uma mulher... LIVRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3656231368838661806?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3656231368838661806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3656231368838661806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3656231368838661806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3656231368838661806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/insisto-ou-desisto.html' title='Insisto ou Desisto...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4230304658385934508</id><published>2009-08-27T09:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:16:03.179Z</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sabe gerir o Silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Silêncio que agora se multiplica e causa tanto ruído que se torna ensordecedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É o sinal do sms que não se houve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É o e-mail que não chega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É o sinal de chamada que não toca... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É o msn desligado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Importas te de fazer muito barulho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero encontrar te porque "Te echo muchissimo de menos"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4230304658385934508?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4230304658385934508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4230304658385934508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4230304658385934508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4230304658385934508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/silencio.html' title='Silêncio...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7161510456558733674</id><published>2009-04-22T11:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:24:45.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Very good mood :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh the wind whistles down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The cold dark street tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And the people they were dancing to the music vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;While the shy tormented youth sit way over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the songs they get louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Each one better than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you're singing the songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thinking this is the life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you wake up in the morning and you're head feels twice the size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where you gonna go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So you're heading down the road in your taxi for four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So you're sitting there with nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Where you gonna sleep tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7161510456558733674?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7161510456558733674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7161510456558733674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7161510456558733674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7161510456558733674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-good-mood.html' title='Very good mood :)'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-1192062718140077045</id><published>2009-03-04T14:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:18:02.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tenho vontade de começar de novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De começar no sitio em que ficamos num Junho de há uns anos. Naquele Junho em que mandavas e-mails gigantes em que muitas frases nada diziam...Ou melhor nada acrescentavam ao assunto do e-mail mas muito muito me diziam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Falavam de um Nós futuro...De um Nós que eu própria assassinei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dói me saber que te deixei ir...A ti que gostava tanto de ter por perto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei que és sincero e suficientemente inteligente para usares os sinais como forma de comunicação directa. Também sabes que eu os entendo e talvez por isso os uses, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preferia que usasses as palavras ao invés de comportamentos, mas tu sabes que podemos comunicar dessa forma. Não esqueças é que as minhas interpretações podem estar erradas...E é inevitavel eu não pensar que estão...Prefiro que estejam, entendes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu quero voltar aquele Junho. Se achas que não consegues lá voltar porque não sabes onde é diz-me. Eu sei o caminho e quero partilha-lo contigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-1192062718140077045?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1192062718140077045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=1192062718140077045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1192062718140077045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1192062718140077045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2009/03/feelings.html' title='Feelings...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7614071614625865416</id><published>2009-02-16T22:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:14:36.062Z</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por estes dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Voltei a sentir coisas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Voltei a sonhar alto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Voltei achar que podia ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E derrepente deixou de ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7614071614625865416?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7614071614625865416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7614071614625865416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7614071614625865416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7614071614625865416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4374370357733556830</id><published>2009-02-04T22:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:08:23.584Z</updated><title type='text'>Preferia que viesses de surpresa...</title><content type='html'>Falo mais do que é habitual, mas não tenho paciencia  para ouvir ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;Derrepente tudo é complicado e o simples parece uma realidade desconhecida...&lt;br /&gt;As minhas mãos não conseguem estar quietas...&lt;br /&gt;O mais frio dos dias de Inverno transforma-se no mais quente dia de verão...&lt;br /&gt;A minha cara fala de mais...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me irrita...Não tenho soluções...Só tenho problemas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto a próxima veres que decidires aparecer importas te de não me avisar com 4 dias de antecendencia?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4374370357733556830?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4374370357733556830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4374370357733556830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4374370357733556830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4374370357733556830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2009/02/preferia-que-viesses-de-surpresa.html' title='Preferia que viesses de surpresa...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-2142265008192328298</id><published>2009-01-14T13:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:10:32.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Não voltes ao lugar onde já foste muito Feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Regresso a casa por entre o nevoeiro de uma noite fria de Inverno...O carro segue sozinho enquanto pela cabeça revejo o filme do dia que chega ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Começou depois de seis horas mal dormidas. Mal dormidas por causa das borboletas que senti na barriga. Era o peso de voltar aos lugares de sempre, aqueles lugares onde se foi muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pouso um pé naquele sitio foi invadida por uma harmonia que há muito não sentia. É bom aqui estar apesar de me sentir estranha naquele espaço. As cadeiras já não são as mesmas. Nas paredes os posters coloridos forram o amarelo acizentado pelos anos. Está tudo muito mais "clean".&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas essas continuam iguais, recebem-me com o carinho de sempre, mostrando-me que aquela continua a ser a minha casa" Por isso, sou novamente muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;É bom voltar a lugar onde ja fomos muito felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O carro começa agora a descer em direcção a casa. Limpo as lágrimas que correm pelo rosto (é bom chorar de alegria"). Componho-me enquanto estaciono o carro. Passo um pouco de gel nos olhos para melhorar os danos das lágrimas enquanto o elevador sobe. Abro a porta de casa feliz por ter dormido mal a noite passada com medo que tudo podesse correr mal. É esse medo que me implusiona para fazer com que tudo corra bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-2142265008192328298?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2142265008192328298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=2142265008192328298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2142265008192328298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2142265008192328298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-voltes-ao-lugar-onde-j-foste-muito.html' title='Não voltes ao lugar onde já foste muito Feliz!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3161356384340179874</id><published>2008-12-01T22:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:44:43.942Z</updated><title type='text'>Dedicado aos Cépticos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No encontro dos Economistas Nacionais, Teodora Cardoso, referiu a importância &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;do comportamento da mente humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Foi ela, no seu deslumbramento, que criou as condições quer geraram a acutal crise. É ela que está a agravar, pelo pânico, a borrada feita pelos banqueiros. Nos anos de prosperidade, agita a nobre luta ambientalista pela redução do número de automóveis. Mas é a mesma mente que, numa não menos nobre peleja pela manutenção de postos de trabalho, se bate pela não redução dos mesmo instrumentos poluídores. O que mudou não foi a análise económica. Esta esbarra sempre nos misteriosos comportamentos da mente dos agentes económicos. É a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;análise comportamental que pode ajudar a perceber alguns despites da economia. Por isso chegou a HORA DOS PSICOLOGOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Não são os Psicológos quem o diz...&lt;strong&gt;São os Economistas (classe profissional credível!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3161356384340179874?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3161356384340179874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3161356384340179874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3161356384340179874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3161356384340179874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/12/dedicado-aos-cpticos.html' title='Dedicado aos Cépticos!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5207280557855749481</id><published>2008-11-10T23:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:40:01.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Sensualidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Numa noite  de sábado, numa mesa de restaurante o tema era sensualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Comentou-se por lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Diz um poema ao ouvido &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;numa tarde de chuva&lt;/span&gt; quando faz deslizar a meia até ao tornozelo, quando ri e faz rir, quando mexe no cabelo e nos olha intensamente, quando se veste e despe, quando nos chama pelo nome vestida com uma camisa nossa, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quando pede um chá quente&lt;/span&gt; e se dirige &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;à esplanada com o sol a fazer reflexo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;depois da chuva&lt;/span&gt;, enrolada num cobertor, quando se veste de preto ou branco ou vermelho ou qualquer outra cor só porque sim, só porque qualquer cor lhe fica bem, quando diz "vou para casa mais cedo", ou "vou levar-te comigo" , quando chora ao ver uma imagem de uma criança na TV, porque sente, porque cheira, porque toca e faz tocar...essencialmente porque é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mulher!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Quando esta bem de corpo e alma e não se preocupa em demonstra-lo, sem ser falsa nem exagerada. É para os decotes, as mini-sais ou as transparências que eles olham primeiro e mais vezes e não param de olhar, mas não é a mulher mais despida da sala que eles acham a mais sensual, mas talvez aquela que não se inibe de soltar uma bela gargalhada, a que sorri sem frete, ou que olhas nos olhos sem medo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5207280557855749481?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5207280557855749481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5207280557855749481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5207280557855749481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5207280557855749481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/sensualidade.html' title='Sensualidade'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-997425646773144273</id><published>2008-11-09T12:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:59:18.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Muitas mudanças depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voltei ao &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desigual &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;muito tempo depois...Durante esse tempo voltei a observar que o ser humano é unico na sua diferença...na sua forma de ver a mesma realidade...de ver a mesma rotina...De...De...e De...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao fim de sete anos deixei a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mais bela cidade do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lisboa),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para trás. Tomei a decisão &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, implementei no &lt;strong&gt;seguinte&lt;/strong&gt; e 3&lt;em&gt; semana depois&lt;/em&gt; a vida tinha mudada a &lt;em&gt;180º graus&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é uma cidade que &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jamais esquecerei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; porque foi nela que me formei enquanto &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulher&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; enquanto &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;profissional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Se não tivesse acontecido em &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teria acontecido numa outra qualquer...&lt;strong&gt;Verdade&lt;/strong&gt; mas tambem seria uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;outra mulher qualquer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por lá fiz grandes amigos, pus em causa muitas coisas e aprendi tantas e tantas - um das mais importantes: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a melhor forma de aprender é observar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora  que estou fora sinto falta do cheiro &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a castanha assada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a subir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avenida da Liberdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; num &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fim de tarde inverneiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, de ler no metro a caminho do trabalho ao som de uma música qualquer, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do sorriso quente dos amigos e do sol que me invadia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;o olhar ao descer &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avenida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pela manhã, e...e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de tudo isto concluí que de facto: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"os afectos são o bem mais precioso da nossa existência"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-997425646773144273?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/997425646773144273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=997425646773144273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/997425646773144273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/997425646773144273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/muitas-mudanas-depois.html' title='Muitas mudanças depois...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6827491577481522704</id><published>2008-04-27T14:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:10:35.297Z</updated><title type='text'>A Maior Empresa do Mundo é a minha vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas não me esqueço, de que minha vida é a maior &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empresa do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e posso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;desabafos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser feliz é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;deixar de ser vitima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dos problemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e tornar-se num &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autor da própria história&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É agradecer a Deus a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cada manhã pelo milagre de vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos próprios sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coragem para ouvir um não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É ter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para receber &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;uma critica mesmo que injusta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Guardo-as todas, um dia vou construir um castelo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6827491577481522704?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6827491577481522704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6827491577481522704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6827491577481522704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6827491577481522704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/maior-empresa-do-mundo-minha-vida.html' title='A Maior Empresa do Mundo é a minha vida!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3102975583974957669</id><published>2008-04-16T08:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:07:41.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos deliciosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Agora que chego ao escritório, encontro 250m2 de espaço vazios...São 8:00 e estou prestes a usufrir do meu momento de tranquilidade mantinal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ligo o PC (demora imenso tempo arrancar), vou buscar um café (um balde de café) e encosto-me à janela do gabinete e aprecio o despertar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia está lindo. É muito bom este inicio de dia...Bom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3102975583974957669?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3102975583974957669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3102975583974957669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3102975583974957669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3102975583974957669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/momentos-deliciosos.html' title='Momentos deliciosos'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3172539773651519164</id><published>2008-04-15T10:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:30:10.565Z</updated><title type='text'>Dedicado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu, que sou feio, sólido, leal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A ti, que és bela, frágil, assustada&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero estimar-te, sempre, recatada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Numa existência honesta, de cristal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentado à mesa dum café devasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ao avistar-te, há pouco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fraca e loura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nesta Babel tão velha e corruptora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tive tenções de oferecer-te o braço.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;quando socorreste um miserável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu que bebia cálices de absinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mandei ir a garrafa, porque sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que me tornas prestante, bom, saudável.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;«Ela aí vem!» disse eu para os demais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E pus-me a olhar, vexado e suspirando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O teu corpo que pulsa, alegre e brando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na frescura dos linhos matinais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Via-te pela porta envidraçada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E invejava, - talvez não o suspeites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Esse vestido simples, sem enfeites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nessa cintura tenra, imaculada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ia passando, a quatro, o patriarca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Triste eu saí. Doía-me a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uma turba ruidosa, negra, espessa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Voltava das exéquias dum monarca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Adorável! Tu muito natural,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seguias a pensar no teu bordado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Avultava, num largo arborizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uma estátua de rei num pedestal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cesário Verde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3172539773651519164?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3172539773651519164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3172539773651519164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3172539773651519164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3172539773651519164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/dedicado.html' title='Dedicado!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8728442666206721304</id><published>2008-04-11T21:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:56:54.625Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Atravessamos a ponte abriu os olhos e perguntou-me: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Já ouviste falar da estalagem do gado bravo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Que sim, que íamos lá muit0 quando eu era pequeno mas não sei se ainda existe... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vi na internet, está em ruínas, mas não te preocupes que não ficas sem almoçar."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Parecia um cenário de guerra, uma casa abandona, vandalizada, mas ainda reconheci os restos dos baloiços onde eu brincava enquanto a comida não chegava. Perguntei-lhe: &lt;em&gt;"Mãe, porque é que viemos aqui?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foi aqui que dormi pela 1ª vez com o teu pai, no dia em que casei, e era aqui que vinhamos convosco, mas também os dois almoçar. Nunca mais cá dormimos, porque sempre achamos que não se deve voltar a um sitio onde se foi muito feliz...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as comparações podem ser sempre em perda..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8728442666206721304?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8728442666206721304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8728442666206721304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8728442666206721304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8728442666206721304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8980585893056314607</id><published>2008-03-27T16:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T16:56:12.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma semana especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amigas que vão...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sentimentos que fogem&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feridas que doem&lt;/span&gt;...Uma semana sentimentalmente Especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R-vPjYoFqGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/m9Ul93M3qPs/s1600-h/IMGP3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182464003032852578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R-vPjYoFqGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/m9Ul93M3qPs/s200/IMGP3869.JPG" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A ti, &lt;strong&gt;AMIGA &lt;/strong&gt;desejo-te muita &lt;strong&gt;SORTE &lt;/strong&gt;neste&lt;strong&gt; NOVA VIDA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Admiro-te pela coragem em decidir que esse era rumo que querias seguir! E por isso sei que tudo vai correr bem...Vais ser &lt;strong&gt;MUITO FELIZ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu fico por cá de abraços abertos para te receber sempre que apanhes o "&lt;em&gt;fly back" home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo de BOM AMIGA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.1 Vou sentir muito a tua falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S.2 Temos fotos melhores :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8980585893056314607?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8980585893056314607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8980585893056314607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8980585893056314607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8980585893056314607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/uma-semana-especial.html' title='Uma semana especial'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R-vPjYoFqGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/m9Ul93M3qPs/s72-c/IMGP3869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6078355501034239130</id><published>2008-03-26T10:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:04:11.199Z</updated><title type='text'>Fragilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faz tanto sentido, que um segundo é o tempo necessário para que cada palavra deste poema possa adjectivar um vivência do nosso quotidiano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Talvez pudesse o tempo &lt;strong&gt;parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando tudo em &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;strong&gt;precipita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando a &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt; nos &lt;strong&gt;desgarra os sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E não espera, ai quem dera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Houvesse um canto pra se ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Longe da guerra feroz que nos domina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se o amor fosse um lugar a salvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sem medos, sem fragilidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão bom pudesse o tempo&lt;strong&gt; parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E voltar-se a &lt;strong&gt;preencher o vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É tão duro aprender que na &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada se repete, nada se promete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E é tudo &lt;strong&gt;tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão bom pudesse o tempo &lt;strong&gt;parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; encharcar-me de azul e de longe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Acalmar a raiva aflita da vertigem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sentir o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teu braço e poder ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É tudo &lt;strong&gt;tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Como os reflexos da lua no rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo aquilo &lt;strong&gt;que se agarra já fugiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tudo tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6078355501034239130?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6078355501034239130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6078355501034239130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6078355501034239130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6078355501034239130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/fragilidades.html' title='Fragilidades'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3037227127355862203</id><published>2008-03-24T13:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:20:39.185Z</updated><title type='text'>You should never forget how much I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunca te esqueças de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quanto te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apesar de todas &lt;strong&gt;as distâncias&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;todos os desatinos&lt;/strong&gt;, é contigo que adormeço &lt;strong&gt;em pensamento lembrado&lt;/strong&gt; os momentos de &lt;strong&gt;felicidade&lt;/strong&gt; que vivemos...Gostava de repetir um momento como este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181300526457137234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R-etYIoFqFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rV02GwrtQ7E/s400/Algarve+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Achas que vais conseguir voltar a sorrir ao meu lado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3037227127355862203?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3037227127355862203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3037227127355862203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3037227127355862203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3037227127355862203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-should-never-forget-who-much-i-love.html' title='You should never forget how much I love you'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R-etYIoFqFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rV02GwrtQ7E/s72-c/Algarve+2008+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-328474541863204548</id><published>2008-03-15T22:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:40:28.721Z</updated><title type='text'>A Key Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R9xJwLQuZ_I/AAAAAAAAASM/B75vuLAQjeA/s1600-h/VÃ¡rias+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178094763574716402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R9xJwLQuZ_I/AAAAAAAAASM/B75vuLAQjeA/s320/V%C3%A1rias+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nunca nos tinhas pensado enquanto um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;key study&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Já nos havia visto enquanto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rmãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, enquanto &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigas inseperáveis&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;colegas perfeitas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Mas confesso que senti um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;enorme orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quando uma professora que conviveu connosco muito de perto  me diz: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"vocês eram a equipa perfeita, completavam-se na perfeição,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;reuniam competências complementares. Em tantos anos de aulas não me recordo de ter tido duas alunas que trabalhassem também em conjunto quanto vocês."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Independentemente, da inteligência que possamos ter, das competências que possamos ter desenvolvido o nosso sucesso dependeu de uma coisa muito mais importante que cada uma dessas coisas: a nossa&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fomos incapazes de colocar os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;objectivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; individuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;acima do nosso objectivo comum,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;incapazes de colocar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o nosso objectivo comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; acima da &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nossa Amizade&lt;/span&gt;. Soubemos retirar partido do melhor que cada uma de nós tinha e criar uma &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pessoa única&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; resultante da união das nossas qualidade através de uma cola especial que se chama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Com a nossa &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amizade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; caminhanos juntas rumo aquilo que hoje somos. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Obrigado Amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pels presença constante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.S. Amiga não podia deixar de te reconher publicamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-328474541863204548?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/328474541863204548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=328474541863204548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/328474541863204548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/328474541863204548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/key-study.html' title='A Key Study'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R9xJwLQuZ_I/AAAAAAAAASM/B75vuLAQjeA/s72-c/V%C3%A1rias+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5314139409501713778</id><published>2008-03-13T10:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:41:32.874Z</updated><title type='text'>Sempre te senti...Sempre te vi...Sábio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No fundo dos meus olhos &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o teu reflexo&lt;/span&gt; sempre foi o de um &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pela facilidade com que entendes cada um dos gestos que faço, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bruscos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elegantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;repentinos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pensados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por saberes o significado de cada uma das componentes da minha&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; linguagem corporal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o desviar do rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o olhar no infinito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sobretudo o significado de olhar te nos olhos...&lt;/span&gt;Esse entendes tão bem, não é?&lt;/strong&gt; E mais do que entender &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;admiras-me por te olhar nos olhos a cada palavra que troco contigo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Desde do primeiro dia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que te senti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Isso é muito importante, pelo menos para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes o significado de "te sentir"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Permite-me a analogia precária: quando apresento propostas de trabalho a alguns potenciais coloboradores, no final o meu director pergunta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"então, como correu?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando a resposta é: &lt;strong&gt;"Não o senti!",&lt;/strong&gt; significa que não consigo avaliar como correu. Quando&lt;strong&gt; "não o senti", &lt;/strong&gt;não consegui &lt;strong&gt;"chegar"&lt;/strong&gt; aquela &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pelo menos ao &lt;strong&gt;ponto de compreender as entre linhas do seu discurso...&lt;/strong&gt;Quer dizer que a &lt;strong&gt;comunicação não verbal não funcionou bem&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;e a verbal pode mesmo ter sido insuficiente...&lt;/strong&gt;No extremo quer dizer que &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naquele momento não houve cumplicidade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ti sempre "te senti" e sei que também tu "me sentes&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Depois da conversa de ontem, em que as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tu-as pa-la-vras&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;magoavam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a cada&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; si-la-ba&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;en-toa-vas&lt;/span&gt;, pensei em &lt;strong&gt;tudo&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;Reflecti...Ponderei...Conclui&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Es sábio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5314139409501713778?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5314139409501713778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5314139409501713778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5314139409501713778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5314139409501713778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/sempre-te-sentisempre-te-visbio.html' title='Sempre te senti...Sempre te vi...Sábio'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3135789430383780056</id><published>2008-03-10T23:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:16:39.321Z</updated><title type='text'>Há quem diga que a liderança é um atributo masculino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponha a mão na cara. Tape um olho e diga-me o que vê. Melhor como vê. Nota alguma diferença? Pois é assim uma empresa que não tem mulheres nos seus quadros directivos".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A professora espanhola Nuria Chinchilla, especialista em temas de Trabalho e Familia na Universidade de Navarra, não podia ser mais directa. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Visão subóptica" chama-lhe ela&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; O termo não existe em Portugues mas é de compreensão universal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pois se as mulheres são metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humanidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e até mais a partir de certa idade, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;metade dos consumidores e consumidoras principais e muitos bens e serviços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e já a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maioria de licenciados, mestres e doutorados, porque razão estão arredadas de cargos de chefia? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Em boa verdade, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;não estão&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas são uma minoria (administradoras executivas são apenas 2% em Portugal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Será que as mulheres não têm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;capacidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;para dirigir empresas? Ou é tudo uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;questão de cultura&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Será que a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liderança tem sexo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Existe uma &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;liderança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;no feminino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e outra no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masculino?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; E ser &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tem implicações no estilo de direcção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claro que sim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O nosso &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cérebro é diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vemos a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;realidade de modo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;agimos de maneira diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estas diferenças causarão grandes mudanças organizacionais. Tudo indica, mudanças organizacionais repletas de valor acrescentado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3135789430383780056?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3135789430383780056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3135789430383780056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3135789430383780056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3135789430383780056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/h-quem-diga-que-liderana-um-atributo.html' title='Há quem diga que a liderança é um atributo masculino'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5453575515605535629</id><published>2008-03-04T22:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:42:27.298Z</updated><title type='text'>Ele pensa que ela pensa...Ela não pensa assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maria:&lt;em&gt; "O Manel foi viajar, só vem daqui a dois dias. &lt;strong&gt;Às vezes sabe-me bem ficar só com os miúdos ou seja sozinha.&lt;/strong&gt; Eles saem de manha e só entram à noite, só lhes peço que me digam se jantam ou não, porque só para mim não faço jantar. Ao principio, quando o Manel tinha voos e não dormia em casa custava-me muito não o ter comigo, agora &lt;strong&gt;posso ter saudades, mas sabe bem ter o tempo todo para mim.&lt;/strong&gt; Ele pensa que eu fico inquieta pelo que aconteceu há sete anos, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu deixo-o pensar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Manel: &lt;em&gt;"Para a semana tenho um voo longo curso, fico lá duas noites. Já passaram sete anos desde a grande crise do nosso casamento, &lt;strong&gt;mas continua a sentir-se alguma tensão em todas as minhas saidas que impliquem dormir fora&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que isto passa algum dia?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma mesma realidade, dois entendimentos&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5453575515605535629?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5453575515605535629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5453575515605535629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5453575515605535629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5453575515605535629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/ele-pensa-que-ela-pensaela-no-pensa.html' title='Ele pensa que ela pensa...Ela não pensa assim'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-1019149288364917952</id><published>2008-02-28T11:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:20:05.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Suadades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje tive saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse sentimento&lt;/strong&gt; tão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;uês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;repleto de nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tive saudades de escrever no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Desigual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;de partilhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aproveitei 5 minutos do meu dia de trabalho para acariciar o meu blog e dizer-lhe que apesar de não o estar a nutrir para ele crescer...pelo menos tento que ele sobreviva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para quando um post a sério?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não faço a minima ideia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-1019149288364917952?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1019149288364917952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=1019149288364917952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1019149288364917952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1019149288364917952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/02/suadades.html' title='Suadades'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8924725873715689137</id><published>2008-01-09T23:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:00:24.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Confirma-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Depois de ter palmilhado todas que consigam imaginar e mais uma centena delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Depois de ter percorrido sites e mais sites...Depois do e-bay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quase um mês depois do Natal aqui está o presente que pedi ao Pai Natal - &lt;strong&gt;a mala da DKNY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Encontrada por acaso no COLOMBO e em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SALDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153629534388263842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R4VewaUsm6I/AAAAAAAAARI/WsXuNSBIE-0/s200/por+arrumar.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mais um evidência para uma teoria construida a meu respeito e cujo corolário diz: A Fernanda nasceu com "BUNDA virada para LUA"! Confirmado mais uma vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8924725873715689137?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8924725873715689137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8924725873715689137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8924725873715689137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8924725873715689137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/confirma-se.html' title='Confirma-se!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R4VewaUsm6I/AAAAAAAAARI/WsXuNSBIE-0/s72-c/por+arrumar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4903846393257985354</id><published>2008-01-08T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:49:24.466Z</updated><title type='text'>...a long time ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois é verdade há muito tempo que por cá não passava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prometi-me que regressaria hoje... Escolhi mal o dia...Não importa, cá estou eu...&lt;em&gt;Voltei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E comigo voltarão os &lt;em&gt;post &lt;/em&gt;banais, as críticas sociais, as minhas opiniões...A manta de retalhos que me compõem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hoje apresento-vos o &lt;strong&gt;Rodrigo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nasceu o dia 26 de Outubro de 2007 e representou um momento de muita Felicidade para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;O Rodrigo é um bebé muito especial já que é o culmiar de o amor de um casal de amigos cujo o sentimento vi crescer...É como se o Rodrigo fosse um "bocadinho meu". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nada melhor do que uma nova esperança para &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voltar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153224428777937810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R4PuUKUsm5I/AAAAAAAAARA/1Rvs1QQZX6k/s320/rodrigo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4903846393257985354?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4903846393257985354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4903846393257985354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4903846393257985354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4903846393257985354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-time-ago.html' title='...a long time ago...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R4PuUKUsm5I/AAAAAAAAARA/1Rvs1QQZX6k/s72-c/rodrigo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-2184811603970223797</id><published>2007-11-01T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:02:12.451Z</updated><title type='text'>Perigosamente interessantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As mulheres querem-se giras, com boas mamas e Q.I moderado"&lt;/em&gt; - diz um rapaz que conheço e até é meu amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O que ele queria dizer é que os homens querem uma mulher bonita para a foto para apresentar aos amigos e à família, mas que não seja inteligente demais nem desperte demasiada atenção. Ou seja preferem ouvir: "&lt;em&gt;Parabéns a tua namorada é um brasa, é linda" do que "Parabéns a tua namorada é muito inteligente, uma óptima profissional".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aos homens que como ele pensam assim só lhes digo uma coisa: este pensamento revela homens muito pouco inteligentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As mulheres inteligentes não são nenhuns bichos e não torturam o sexo oposto só porque eles não sabem qual é o simbolo químico do sódio; uma mulher inteligente terá com certeza conversas muito mais interessantes, porque conhece como a palma da mão a última colecção da Donna Karen mas também esta a par da última confusão entre a ministra da educação, a bancada parlamentar socialista e Paulo Portas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida não é um jogo meninos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-2184811603970223797?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2184811603970223797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=2184811603970223797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2184811603970223797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2184811603970223797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/perigosamente-interessantes.html' title='Perigosamente interessantes'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8827219819696748357</id><published>2007-10-30T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:17:57.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Profecias auto-confirmatórias: Vencedora, Altruísta, Individualista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rye7fBpGPsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qifkVGbjquM/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127272842475749058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rye7fBpGPsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qifkVGbjquM/s320/London%C2%B407+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. Vencedora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mulheres pragmáticas e conscientes dos seus objectivos...Segurança determinação, charme e envolvência são algumas das principais características. Ambiciosas, competentes e enérgicas sentem-se atraídas pelo sucesso e reconhecimento. Elegantes e dplomatas, têm tendência a preocupar-se demasiado com a imagem e com o que os outros pensam de si. Frequentemente workaholic e demasiado competitiva. O melhor destas mulheres é aceitarem a realidade como esta é, são autênticas e frequentemente vistas pelos outros como modelos a seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8827219819696748357?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8827219819696748357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8827219819696748357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8827219819696748357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8827219819696748357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/profecias-auto-confirmatrias-vencedora.html' title='Profecias auto-confirmatórias: Vencedora, Altruísta, Individualista'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rye7fBpGPsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qifkVGbjquM/s72-c/London%C2%B407+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5150345507919578867</id><published>2007-10-08T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:39:07.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Gifts from London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqgWlaEMwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/598iPCou4jM/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119080236318995202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqgWlaEMwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/598iPCou4jM/s200/London%C2%B407+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqcSFaEMoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aEDDRCQBfwE/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119075760963072642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqcSFaEMoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aEDDRCQBfwE/s200/London%C2%B407+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119077453180187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rwqd0laEMtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AmvwFGUXMNs/s200/London%C2%B407+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rwqei1aEMvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/s8Z7CvcL2bI/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqhKFaEMxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KX3wekvLV8M/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119081121082258194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqhKFaEMxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KX3wekvLV8M/s200/London%C2%B407+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqhlVaEMyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-slIDfQKa9A/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119081589233693474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqhlVaEMyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-slIDfQKa9A/s200/London%C2%B407+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqiGVaEMzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cJlmHfniULw/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Londres...dos parques de perder de vistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de pontualidades que de tão pontuais nos fazem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pensar que o mundo dos filmes existe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;para além da comédias românticas de Nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hill...Londres de um metro sem fim trocado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;por ruas e passeios também eles sem fim...Londres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;visualmente contemporâneo que emanada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o cheiro cosmopolita do calor dos povos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Londres,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recomendado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqdhFaEMsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hr4a-TLS3wM/s1600-h/LondonÂ´07+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5150345507919578867?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5150345507919578867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5150345507919578867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5150345507919578867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5150345507919578867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/gifts-from-london.html' title='Gifts from London'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwqgWlaEMwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/598iPCou4jM/s72-c/London%C2%B407+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7713814760509922763</id><published>2007-10-02T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:13:02.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Por estes dias - Londres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwIKqFaEMkI/AAAAAAAAANs/9p7ndq6PFWY/s1600-h/V3037001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116663844768592450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwIKqFaEMkI/AAAAAAAAANs/9p7ndq6PFWY/s200/V3037001.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dentro de umas 72 horas estarei em Londres. Numa viagem pensada em "cima do joelho" mas cujas expectativas são muitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Na minha cabeça existe uma imagem de Londres: a cidade onde o sol não brilha. Lembro me de outros momentos em que lá estive e em que ansiava o regresso à nossa Lisboa - &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;capital do Sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Desta vez o espirito é outro! Vou à procura da Londres cosmopolita, dos museus de arte contemporânea - Tata Musuem por exemplo - correndo atrás dos reencontros com &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pi&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ndin&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt;. Vou tentar respirar a cultura "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; british" de requinte que nos transporta no agora para momentos passados. Compreender a delicazeda do gesto e apreende-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A delicadeza ontem criticada, é no agora um gesto que procuro, no sinal claro de que a vida não para e que vamos sendo moldados ao gosto das mãos que ousam tocar-nos. Estou feliz pela Paz interior decorrente do constante tumulto em que vivo. Gosto de pensar, de compreender e por isso às vezes roube-ma a Paz que mereço. Mas é tão bom Pensar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Claro que hoje é dia dos últimos preparativos porque amanhã é dia de ginásio e quinta de trabalho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Planear os dias - sim já devia ter feito isso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Comprar os últimos detalhes que fazem SEMPRE falta antes da partida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Cuidar de mim para estar à altura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7713814760509922763?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7713814760509922763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7713814760509922763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7713814760509922763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7713814760509922763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-estes-dias-londres.html' title='Por estes dias - Londres'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RwIKqFaEMkI/AAAAAAAAANs/9p7ndq6PFWY/s72-c/V3037001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3702885546512450137</id><published>2007-09-30T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:43:53.004Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Ja dizia um amigo do meu pai: As coisas boas são caras! Existem mais baratas mas não são tão boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tradução, viajamos na &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Easy Jet&lt;/span&gt; para Londres...Barato! Ficamos &lt;strong&gt;é a 50 km de Londres sem ideia de como se vai até ao Hotel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Podíamos sempre ter ido na &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e ficar a 15 km de Londres com transportes para o hotel mas isso era &lt;strong&gt;CARO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lá está...&lt;strong&gt;As coisas boas são caras!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. A nova responsável pelos negócios da Microsoft na Europa é uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mulher,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;licenciada em Psicologia Social do Trabalho e das Organizações,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;casada e têm três filhos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Razão para dizer fez o PLENO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3702885546512450137?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3702885546512450137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3702885546512450137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3702885546512450137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3702885546512450137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-1684594109893001874</id><published>2007-09-24T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:34:38.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinto me bem...Muy bien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Há já algum tempo que não me sentia assim...Bem...Muito bem! De bem com a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Isto tudo porque descobri que há coisas simplesmente fantásticas de tão simples que são. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não vale a pena complicar basta deixar que a vida tome o seu rumo e quando menos esperamos ela oferece-nos aquela agradável surpresa que esperavamos há tanto tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sinto me bem...Hum...Muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-1684594109893001874?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1684594109893001874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=1684594109893001874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1684594109893001874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1684594109893001874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/sinto-me-bemmuy-bien.html' title='Sinto me bem...Muy bien'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4231478734922691205</id><published>2007-09-21T08:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:27:35.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Se os apóstolos foram com Cristo a todo o lado, os seus jogadores vão com ele ao fim do mundo. E Mourinho tem uma vantagem sobre Cristo. Nos seus balneários não existem Judas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rui Faria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(preparador físico do Chelsea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4231478734922691205?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4231478734922691205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4231478734922691205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4231478734922691205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4231478734922691205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/se-os-apstolos-foram-com-cristo-todo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6564974150090780363</id><published>2007-09-20T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:17:09.587Z</updated><title type='text'>Não me esqueci de ti...Rotina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Por estes a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rotina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;vai regressando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não não me tinha esquecido dela mas confesso que preferia estar longe dela por mais alguns dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;O Verão começa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pouco a pouco a ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;se embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Não tarde nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;o cheiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a maresia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;será substituído pelo cheiro as castanhas assadas nos fins de tarde menos quentes de Outubro em que farei novamente o trajecto entre a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Avenida da Liberdade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e a FPCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tenho saudades da FPCE. Do pequeno-almoço no bar antes das aulas, dos almoços com as amigas e dos fins de tarde passados na esplanada entre em conversas banais em que se dizia tudo e nada. Saudades de tarde intermináveis de trabalhos de grupo repletas de riso do ínicio ao fim que faziam com que aqueles momentos fossem únicos. Era o &lt;em&gt;eustress&lt;/em&gt; daquela faculdade que fazia de mim uma despreocupada responsável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Agora a rotina das aulas é substituída pela rotina do trabalho das 9:00 às 19:00, salpicado aqui e ali por momentos de chá e café que transformam o stress em eustress momentâneo. Depois segue-se o ginásio...o regresso a casa...o jantar...a leitura e o sono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Parece que me esqueci de alguma coisa nesta minha rotina diária...Recapitulando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ginásio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Regresso a casa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jantar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;e sono;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hum, claro que me esqueci. Esqueci me que duas vezes por semana a rotina será diferente&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Serão aqueles dias em que regressarei à FPCE para os seminários de tese aulas e afins!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pena é que aquele lugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;io&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;esteja cada dia mais cinzento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6564974150090780363?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6564974150090780363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6564974150090780363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6564974150090780363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6564974150090780363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-me-esqueci-de-tirotina.html' title='Não me esqueci de ti...Rotina'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6709888271349225794</id><published>2007-09-14T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:12:27.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Algures na década dos 20...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Estará algures entre os 25 e os 30 anos... 27 talvez! São 20:30, está no escritório mais um colega que passa derrepente en frente à sua secretária:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Então ainda ficas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Sim - responde. As suas palavras ganham um firmeza incrivel e as suas expressões corporais contornos de ansiedade e elevado nível de preocupação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Pareces "stressada"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Sim, os Espanhóis chegam amanhã para a reunião. Confirmaram tudo há pouco. Tive que preparar águas, dossiers, transporte para os ir buscar ao aeroporto...Tudo. Sabes como é! - Parece que fala para si própria...Para além de se justificar perante o colega, quer-se justificar perante ela própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Devias relaxar. Não é nada do outro mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- São clientes importantes. E se fossemos beber um copo para desanubiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Não posso a Beatriz está à minha espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Oh que cabeça a minha, eu tenho uns amigos lá em casa. Provavelmente também já me esperam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Entrou em casa, vestiu o pijama, abriu uma garrafa de champanhe e brindou aos amigos ausentes...Passou a noite no sofá na companhia de um dvd...Seria pelo menos um filme interessante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6709888271349225794?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6709888271349225794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6709888271349225794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6709888271349225794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6709888271349225794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/algures-na-dcada-dos-20.html' title='Algures na década dos 20...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7466551173360170747</id><published>2007-09-12T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:20:12.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Facetas de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...distingui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laços emotivos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fragéis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;médios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fortes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laços fragéis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;são os que temos com conhecidos, vizinhos colegas. Mas também os que temos com uma prostitura ou que estabelecemos com a pessoa com quem temos relações sexuais ocasionais.&lt;/span&gt; Entre os &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laços médios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lembramos os que temos como amigos. Abrimo-nos com eles, confiamos neles, recorremos à sua ajuda. Mas ao contrário da mãe que continua amar o seu filho mesmo quando ele se porta mal, quando o amigo nos mente ou nos atraiçoa, a relação rompe-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;São &lt;strong&gt;médios &lt;/strong&gt;também os laços eróticos que duram enquanto nos dão prazer e que desvanecem perante a primeira dificuldade ou desacordo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;São, pelo contrário,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laços fortes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aqueles que se estabelecem entre pais e filhos e filhos e pais. Resistem a desilusões, aflições e amarguras. São &lt;strong&gt;fortes &lt;/strong&gt;também os laços criados pelo &lt;strong&gt;enamoramento&lt;/strong&gt;, porque continuamos &lt;strong&gt;amar&lt;/strong&gt; mesmo que nos faz sofrer. Enfim é um &lt;strong&gt;laço forte&lt;/strong&gt; o &lt;strong&gt;amor consolidado&lt;/strong&gt; de uma vida vivida em comum, em que cada um se tornou indispensável para o outro, tanto que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando um deles morre, o outro muitas vezes morre também.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7466551173360170747?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7466551173360170747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7466551173360170747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7466551173360170747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7466551173360170747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/facetas-de-amor.html' title='Facetas de Amor'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3490777723120741624</id><published>2007-09-06T09:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:24:09.091Z</updated><title type='text'>It´s Time to Restart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It´s time to restart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confesso que sempre me fez confusão como é que passado apenas um mês de puro - &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sto&lt;/span&gt; -  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nenhum&lt;/span&gt;" toda a gente chega cheia de vontade de trabalhar...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ideias Novas&lt;/span&gt; mas a&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Velha&lt;/span&gt; frase de Sempre -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ste ano é que é&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faz me ainda mais confusão que apenas alguns dias depois todo o &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;entusiasmo e motivação&lt;/span&gt; já tenham passado e apenas reste (a semelhança do ano anterior) vontade para fazer o &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;que é preciso quando realmente é preciso&lt;/span&gt; - salvo as excepções que obviamente também nestes casos existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando era mais pequena (ainda mais pequena), este mês era mês de compras. Com o aproximar da&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; escola comprava-se uma mochila nova, cadernos, livros, etc&lt;/span&gt;. Era uma &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;maç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ão&lt;/span&gt; aquele dia ganho nas compras (deve ter sido por isso que ainda hoje me divirto nas compras). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para além da chegada da escola, chegavam os primeiros dias de &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;outo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; com cheiro a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;assa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;da &lt;/span&gt;e travo de &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;frio&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; isso representava mais uma ida às lojas para adquirir novos a&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;gasalhos &lt;/span&gt;para a estação que estava a chegar. E se comprar cadernos era uma animação, roupa então nem se fala...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sempre fui vaidosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ora, não há-de ser por ser um &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cadinho maior&lt;/span&gt; e já não andar na &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;escola&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;por acaso até ando mas não é preciso comprar cadernos&lt;/span&gt;) que não preciso de me preparar para receber a rentreé ofical e por isso hoje ao final do dia será &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;g Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para adquirir as futilidades que se seguem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ténis;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma t-shirt verde;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma t-shirt branca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma mala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vernizes da Risque - caso haja o tom certo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E um ou dois elementos de maquilhagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por hoje será só isto. E aqui pra nós que ninguém nos ouve não é para receber a nova época é mesmo para despedir o &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ão&lt;/span&gt; com dois &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;fins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;semana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;festa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;que ainda prometem :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3490777723120741624?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3490777723120741624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3490777723120741624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3490777723120741624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3490777723120741624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-time-to-restart.html' title='It´s Time to Restart'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5673132902449476471</id><published>2007-09-03T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:35:59.744Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer: Crónicas de um fim de semana de Verão!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E assim foi o fim de semana dedicado a despedir o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; (ou não!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Já que a maioria dos amigos celebravam a rentrée a3 de Setembro resolvemos por finalizar a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;épo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;baln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; em alta:&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Sábado à noite&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Churrasco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Domingo&lt;/span&gt; - Pic Nic e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sábado à noite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;na churrascada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;despedimos &lt;/span&gt;o Verão em grande. Estava tanto&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que eu tinha &lt;strong&gt;dois &lt;/strong&gt;casacos vestidos e mesmo assim mal conseguia mexer-me...Ou seja, estavamos no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Domingo, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mos&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Depois de muitas tentativas e telefonemas lá me conseguiram acordar e lá fui, acabar a comida da &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;churrascada &lt;/span&gt;do dia anterior e curtir uns &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de mota&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de água.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ou seja, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vív&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e paz! &lt;strong&gt;Simples qualidade de vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106089177256301682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rtx5DbHUFHI/AAAAAAAAANc/J3SlR2Bvjr4/s200/ultimo+dia+d+ferias+010%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chegar - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;com cara de Sono!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106089469314077826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rtx5UbHUFII/AAAAAAAAANk/sMklW-E4otU/s200/ultimo+dia+d+ferias+006%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém segura as mulheres!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eles a vê-las passar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106088868018656354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rtx4xbHUFGI/AAAAAAAAANU/Nx1vzSQo-hw/s200/ultimo+dia+d+ferias+013%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depressão: Na hora da despedida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já só pensamos no&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;vá vá, os próximos dois fins de semana ainda prometem muita animação, &lt;/span&gt;não é &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;meninos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;meninas&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5673132902449476471?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5673132902449476471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5673132902449476471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5673132902449476471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5673132902449476471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbye-summer-crnicas-de-um-fim-de.html' title='Goodbye Summer: Crónicas de um fim de semana de Verão!!!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rtx5DbHUFHI/AAAAAAAAANc/J3SlR2Bvjr4/s72-c/ultimo+dia+d+ferias+010%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5566203440083605767</id><published>2007-08-29T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:48:22.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Em ritmo de férias...Ainda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Algum descuido com o &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desigual&lt;/span&gt; só porque ainda ando em &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;rit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ér&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ias&lt;/span&gt;...Umas férias entre amigas e com a Liberdade de nada fazer...Até à rentreé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVH1LHUFDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/foyY2FQbWZA/s1600-h/noite+25-8-07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104064731536430130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVH1LHUFDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/foyY2FQbWZA/s200/noite+25-8-07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ai que prazer Não cumprir um dever&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ter um livro para ler E não o fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ler é maçada, Estudar é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O sol doira Sem literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; corre, bem ou mal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVHiLHUFCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mdlaubj9oNc/s1600-h/noite+25-8-07+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104064405118915618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVHiLHUFCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mdlaubj9oNc/s200/noite+25-8-07+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sem edição original.E a brisa, essa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De tão naturalmente matinal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Como tem tempo não tem pressa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVHiLHUFCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mdlaubj9oNc/s1600-h/noite+25-8-07+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Livros são papéis pintados com tinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Estudar é uma coisa em que está indistinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A distinção entre nada e coisa nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVHUrHUFBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-YV_FSfJhT8/s1600-h/noite+25-8-07+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quanto é melhor, quando há bruma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVHUrHUFBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-YV_FSfJhT8/s1600-h/noite+25-8-07+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104064173190681618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVHUrHUFBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-YV_FSfJhT8/s200/noite+25-8-07+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Esperar por D. Sebastião,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quer venha ou não&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Flores, música, o luar, e o sol, que peca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Só quando, em vez de criar, seca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O mais do que isto É Jesus Cristo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que não sabia nada de finanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nem consta que tivesse biblioteca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5566203440083605767?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5566203440083605767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5566203440083605767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5566203440083605767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5566203440083605767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/08/em-ritmo-de-friasainda.html' title='Em ritmo de férias...Ainda'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RtVH1LHUFDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/foyY2FQbWZA/s72-c/noite+25-8-07+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4707518610641725482</id><published>2007-07-27T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:00:15.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Andaba perdida de camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;pa la casa cavilando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;en lo que soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y en lo que siento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pokito a poko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;entendiendo que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;creciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;volveré a encontra me con vosotros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;volveré a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sonreir en la mañana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;volveré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;con lagrima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ojo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mirar al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;y dar las gracias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pokito a poko entendiendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;pokito a poko entendiendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;mirarme dentro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y comprender que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tus ojo son mis ojo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tu piel es mi piel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oido me alborozo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tu sonrisa me baño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y soy parte de tu ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pokito a poko entendiendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;que es mejor camina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;pa ir creciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;pokito a poko entendiendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;volveré a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sentar me con los mio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;volveré a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;compartir mi alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;volveré pa contar te que he soñado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;nue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;vos&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dias claros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;volveré pa contar te que he soñado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;col&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;evo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dias claros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4707518610641725482?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4707518610641725482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4707518610641725482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4707518610641725482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4707518610641725482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/andaba-perdia-de-camino-pa-la-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4743324100660266199</id><published>2007-07-24T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:53:36.254Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu respondo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhas me com olhos de indiferença... E esses nem cor têm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4743324100660266199?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4743324100660266199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4743324100660266199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4743324100660266199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4743324100660266199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/eu-respondo.html' title='Eu respondo...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-9214725104154940917</id><published>2007-07-23T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:15:33.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Que olhos usas quando me vês?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sabes que gosto muito de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Digo te muitas vezes, as vezes sem palavras só com um &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;olhar &lt;/span&gt;ou um &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gesto&lt;/span&gt;...Não sei se entendes, acho que sim! És tão inteligente que estou certa que compreendes melhor que ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; tu que &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;usas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;vês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Azuis, frios:&lt;/span&gt; que fazem com que me vejas como uma simples mulher que completa fisicamente um homem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Castanhos, com algum calor&lt;/span&gt;: que deixam que me vejas como amante  que te completa fisicamente (a ti) e te aconchega o coração (o teu)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Verdes, com liberdade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que te deixam ver-me como amiga, como alguém com quem partilhar momentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amarelos, quentes:&lt;/span&gt; que te deixam ver-me tal como eu sou, mulher, amante, amiga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;olhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;vês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;afinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-9214725104154940917?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/9214725104154940917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=9214725104154940917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/9214725104154940917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/9214725104154940917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/que-olhos-usas-quando-me-vs.html' title='Que olhos usas quando me vês?'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3381496646796226158</id><published>2007-07-19T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:56:01.845Z</updated><title type='text'>As boas raparigas não sobem na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este título correspodem ao título de um livro escrito por &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Psicóloga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Doutorada em Psicologia Social&lt;/span&gt;, com muita experiência como &lt;em&gt;Coach&lt;/em&gt; e como &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gestora de Recursos Humanos&lt;/span&gt; - Dr.ª Lois Frankel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O livro. dedicado especialmente às&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; mulheres,&lt;/span&gt; tem como objectivo ajudá-las a terem carreiras de sucesso. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Claramente a minha cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por isso tem sido a minha companhia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nestes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;de sol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;entre os jardins,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as esplanadas&lt;/span&gt; e os &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sofá lá de casa&lt;/span&gt;. Tratando-se de um livro tipico de auto-ajuda (e que muitas vezes só contribuí para descredibilizar a Psicologia - mas isto é outra história), a autora sugere que os leitores respondam a um conjunto de questões. Foi o que fiz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. A maioria das pessoas louvam-lhe o profissionalismo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Tenho fama de ser uma pessoa a quem se pode confiar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Sou tida como segura de mim?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Dizem-me que sou competente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. Sempre que me pronunciam os outros acham o meu discurso inteligente?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sempre não, mas muitas vezes sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Não tenho papas na lingua e digo o que tenho a dizer sem rodeios.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. A forma como me expresso traduz ideias claras e sistematizadas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sempre não mas a maioria das vezes sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8.Considero-me uma pessoa astuta no mundo do trabalho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. A auto-confiança é a minha principal característica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. Os meus actos provam a minha capacidade de vender uma imagem de competência.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E agora a análise da psicóloga Fernanda:&lt;/span&gt; a percepção que os outros têm de mim é completamente oposta à forma como eu me vejo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reparem nas respostas às perguntas &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1,2,3 e 4&lt;/span&gt; correspondentes à percepção que os outros têm de mim. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No geral as pessoas tem uma boa impressão a meu respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora, reparem na resposta às questões &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7,8,9 e 10,&lt;/span&gt; aquelas em que me auto-avalio. A minha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;autopercepção é oposta à percepção&lt;/span&gt; que os outros têm &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a meu respeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas porque será? Alguém me consegue explicar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3381496646796226158?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3381496646796226158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3381496646796226158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3381496646796226158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3381496646796226158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-boas-raparigas-no-sobem-na-vida.html' title='As boas raparigas não sobem na vida'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4452213512557286826</id><published>2007-07-19T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:57:53.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Hà um ano foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...mas o Desigual ainda não existia por isso torno público hoje no dia em que faz exactamente um ano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este relatório estágio corresponde ao trabalho realizado ao longo do ano lectivo 2005/2006 no âmbito do estágio curricular da &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Licenciatura em Psicologia&lt;/span&gt;. Porém, para que a sua realização fosse possível foram necessários &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;22 anos de vida&lt;/span&gt; ao longo dos quais aprendi muito com as pessoas com quem tive a honra de me cruzar.&lt;br /&gt;Impossível recordar todas!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Algumas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;passaram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fugazmente&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;deixando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;apenas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o seu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;rastro;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;outras deixaram um pouco delas&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; levaram um pouco de mim;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;outras há, que estiverem comigo ao longo de todo o caminho; algumas partilharam comigo etapas do percurso! A todas elas um Muito Obrigado por me terem ajudado a crescer e a formar enquanto pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Agradeço ao meu Pai, pela educação que me deu, pelos valores morais que me transmitiu e que se tornaram parte integrante da minha personalidade. Agradeço-lhe, o facto de desde sempre me ter educado com base na autonomia e responsabilidade. É verdade, nem sempre foi fácil, mas hoje reconheço que nada teria sido mais útil dos que os desafios que me colocava, só para ver como eu me “desenrascava”. E eu lá me ia “desenrascando” umas vezes melhor, outras piores, mas ganhava auto-confiança, desenvolvendo a crença de que poderia sempre resolver cada um dos desafios que a Vida me fosse apresentando. Agradeço-lhe a liberdade que me deu para trilhar o meu caminho, fomentando a independência e a ideia de que o futuro dependia única e exclusivamente de mim. Desta forma lutei para atingir os objectivos a que me propunha, sem esperar que o futuro chegasse apenas porque o desejava muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente, agradeço-lhe todo apoio e confiança que sempre me deu. Sem o seu ombro para chorar, sem, o seu colo para desabafar, sem os seus conselhos e opiniões, sem as suas palavras de incentivo quando me apetecia desistir, ou seja, sem o meu Pai nunca teria sido capaz. Agradeço-lhe por ter estado sempre comigo na frente de batalha, por me ter segurado nas quedas, por me ter ajudado a crescer e por todos os “sacrifícios” que fez para que eu terminasse o curso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;À minha Mãe, agradeço a preocupação e a protecção de mãe extremada, sempre com medo que alguma coisa de mal me acontecesse. Como referência do feminismo, agradeço-lhe por me ter ajudado a desenvolver o gosto pelo Beleza, pela Harmonia e pelo Equilíbrio. Agradeço-lhe, ainda, todos os mimos que sempre me deu, as coisas que fez por mim para que eu pudesse dedicar-me a “cem por cento aos estudos”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;À minha avó Inês, agradeço-lhe a presença ao longo deste 22 anos, como avó, mas acima de tudo como mãe. Esteve comigo desde o nascimento, cuidou de mim quando a minha mãe não podia, ouviu os meus desabafos, fez me companhia quando o estudo se prolongava noite a dentro…Por tudo o que sempre fez para me ver Feliz, Obrigado Avó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estas são as três pessoas que fizeram comigo todo o percurso, mas não posso esquecer aquelas que por um ou outro motivo se cruzaram comigo no caminho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Assim, agradeço ao Hugo, que há sete anos, decidiu ficar comigo mesmo sabendo que a faculdade estaria sempre em primeiro lugar e que a minha carreira profissional se tornaria a minha prioridade assim que acabasse o curso. Não posso esquecer todos os momentos em aturou os meus “stresses”, me convenceu de que o esforço não seria em vão, sempre com a tranquilidade e serenidade que lhe é característica. Mas, acima de tudo, agradeço-lhe por sempre ter aceite e respeitado as minhas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não posso esquecer as amigas que fiz na faculdade: a Carla, a Marta e a Sílvia. Com elas, partilhei medos, inseguranças, receios…Trabalhos de grupo, apontamentos, noites de estudo (e não só!) … Com elas, acabo o curso e, acima de tudo, por as ter tido sempre comigo tudo foi mais fácil. Obrigado Meninas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um obrigado especial à Carla, por estes dois últimos anos de faculdade em que simplesmente nos tornamos o braço direito uma da outra (“…onde tu fores eu vou, onde estiveres eu estou…”). Não é possível descrever todo o apoio que recebi desta amiga. Juntas “stressamos”, choramos, ri-mos, quisemos desistir e juntas vivemos a felicidade de terminar o curso. Obrigado Carla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Este relatório apenas foi possível porque houve uma empresa que me recebeu de “braços” abertos. Assim, agradeço a toda a equipa da Homens &amp; Sistemas por me terem ajudado a integrar rapidamente e a “passar” a sentir que fazia realmente parte dela. À equipa, agradeço ainda toda a disponibilidade que desde inicio demonstrou para me ajudar em “tudo o que fosse preciso”... Agradeço-lhe ainda a liberdade que me deu para poder expressar as minhas opiniões e sugestões, bem como a disponibilidade para discutir comigo diferentes assuntos que no âmbito do meu estágio, quer no âmbito dos projectos da empresa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um Obrigado muito especial, à Elisa que desde o primeiro dia me deu a mão e me transmitiu muito do seu conhecimento. Foi dela que recebi a minha primeira tarefa de estágio e foi com ela que muito aprendi. Agradeço-lhe a vontade que sempre demonstrou em ensinar-me aquilo que sabia, em partilhar comigo a sua experiência, bem como a oportunidade que me deu para que eu pudesse aplicar tudo aquilo que me ia ensinando, “trabalhando de forma autónoma”. Finalmente, agradeço à “vida” a possibilidade que me deu de conhecer a Elisa e de ter criado com ela uma grande amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O último agradecimento (tão especial e merecido como os demais) vai para uma pessoa que participou activamente na construção deste relatório. Aliás, este relatório é também resultado do seu empenho e apoio. Refiro-me ao Professor Luís Curral, supervisor académico de estágio. Primeiro, agradeço-lhe o incentivo para que este relatório fosse sendo escrito ao longo do ano, etapa, etapa, convencendo-me de que o que me sugeria não só era exequível, como seria muito vantajoso para mim. Depois agradeço-lhe toda a disponibilidade que manifestou ao longo do ano para me ajudar no que fosse necessário. Obrigado por ter escutado as minhas experiências no local de estágio, ter reflectido comigo sobre elas e ter-me ajudado a aprender com elas; Obrigado por ter escutado os meus medos e receios, as minhas inseguranças, mostrando-me que não havia motivos para me sentir assim e que esses medos eram irracionais; Obrigado pelo apoio e incentivo quando as forças começavam a escassear; Obrigado pelos conselhos profissionais que me deu e pela ajuda na construção de um projecto de carreira; E, acima de tudo, obrigado por todo o conhecimento e experiência que partilhou comigo! Por tudo isto, Obrigado Professor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4452213512557286826?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4452213512557286826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4452213512557286826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4452213512557286826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4452213512557286826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/h-um-ano-foi-assim.html' title='Hà um ano foi assim...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5442091823197005102</id><published>2007-07-12T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:51:29.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Por estes dias tem faltado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Motivação!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Empenho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Auto-Estima!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se passa comigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5442091823197005102?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5442091823197005102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5442091823197005102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5442091823197005102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5442091823197005102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/por-estes-dias-tem-faltado.html' title='Por estes dias tem faltado...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5213934100882957611</id><published>2007-07-11T09:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:23:28.594Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabem que mais? Haja paciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RpSrf6t6HNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R_ZIgleETKI/s1600-h/lis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085878444034235602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="224" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RpSrf6t6HNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R_ZIgleETKI/s320/lis.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;A cidade de Lisboa encontra-se por estes dias "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;" por um sem fim de cartazes de propragam politica que transformam a cidade numa passerele em que desfilam um sem fim de candidatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Eu que até gosto de política, em geral e de marketing político, em particalar, devia achar alguma piada a isto. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas não consigo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É um sem fim de cartazes, posters, folhetos que servem para &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;poluir&lt;/span&gt; a cidade. Numa altura em que o "Ambiente" está tanto na moda, na será altura de nos deixarmos de hiprocrisias e mudarmos de atitude? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim, porque os senhores que figuram nos cartazes são aqueles que andam sempre na "vanguarda" das campanhas ecologistas...Tretas...É caso pra dizer falam, falam e fazem alguma coisa! O contrário do que dizem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Finalmente, todos os dias nesta campanha há uma escandaleria qualquer: ou é o Toy que fez um concerto pra não sei quem...ou há conflitos de interesses no candidato da lista de mais não sei quem...ou o número x da lista y é da Mota-Engil e está mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como diz uma amigo meu: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pela madrugada ninguém merece!&lt;/span&gt; Já reparam que o presidente anterior demitiu-se porque supostamente estava envolvido em negócios menos claros e acabamos a descobrir que parece que afinal ou outros candidatos também têm telhados de vidro? &lt;strong&gt;É razão para perguntar, existirá no poder autarquico nacional alguém sem interesses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5213934100882957611?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5213934100882957611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5213934100882957611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5213934100882957611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5213934100882957611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/sabem-que-mais-haja-pacincia.html' title='Sabem que mais? Haja paciência'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RpSrf6t6HNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R_ZIgleETKI/s72-c/lis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8779641078421246332</id><published>2007-07-06T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:51:56.487Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De um dia que parecia não ter fim!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tirei &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;os sapatos&lt;/span&gt;, caminhei &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;descalça&lt;/span&gt; por entre o &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;frio dos azulejos&lt;/span&gt; numa &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;noite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quente&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Verão&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Abri o &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;frigorifico&lt;/span&gt;, trinquei um &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maçã&lt;/span&gt; e caminhei em direcção ao pc. Nem um dia inteiro em frente ao pc me impede de te procurar por lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não te encontrei, nem esperava fazê-lo! Sei exactamente quando por lá estas e àquela hora já estarias num outro sitio qualquer. Pouco importa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pude deixar-te as &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt; que queria, relembrar-te que no &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;calor &lt;/span&gt;das cores &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;lá de casa pensei em &lt;strong&gt;ti&lt;/strong&gt;...Sei que a resposta vai &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chegar&lt;/span&gt;...Não hoje, talvez nem amanhã...Mas um dia encontramo-nos na volta de um correio virtual, &lt;strong&gt;não é?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; abismo&lt;/span&gt; enorme teima em nos separar e nós aceitamos de bom grado...Nem lutamos...Aproveitamos os momentos em que subitamente os nossos &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;do&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; se encontram e partilhamos o sabor dos nossos &lt;strong&gt;beijos&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;São cada vez mais raros, as minhas actividades não me deixam ver-te mais e tu também nem sempre podes... Mas são estes os momentos que quero &lt;strong&gt;recordar&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estes e aqueles em que caminho na tua direcção, com os dedos das minhas mãos a tremer (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e que escondo nos primeiros dez minutos para que não vejas - apesar de saber que gostas das minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;) e o rosto &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rozado de vergonha&lt;/span&gt;...E depois recebes-me com uns olhos rizonhos que procuram os &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;meus &lt;/span&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;riem também...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S.Escrevi-te este texto também em papel, custumas dizer que já ninguém te manda postais de cada vez que recebes um meu...Eu mando porque gosto desse encanto e sei que tu também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8779641078421246332?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8779641078421246332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8779641078421246332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8779641078421246332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8779641078421246332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/c-h-eg-u-e-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3143638206271109478</id><published>2007-07-05T09:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:50:53.981Z</updated><title type='text'>Por esta altura há...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pessoas&lt;/span&gt; que se cruzam no nosso caminho &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tarde demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cedo demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - depende da perspectiva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Valores morais&lt;/span&gt; que obrigam a longos &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;processo de reflexão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e que no final gritam no tom essordecer: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vás! Não podes ir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pessoas &lt;/span&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;nunca esquecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que fazem &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;rpr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; m&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aravi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lho&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que obrigam a descalçar e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ca&lt;/span&gt;r na &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relva&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de qualquer jardim como se fossemos crianças!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saudades de Ibiza´06:&lt;/span&gt; daquele acordar acompanhado dos &lt;strong&gt;planos de diversão&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muita praia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dieta&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;recuperar&lt;/strong&gt; outros tempos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3143638206271109478?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3143638206271109478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3143638206271109478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3143638206271109478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3143638206271109478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/por-esta-altura-h.html' title='Por esta altura há...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-927516938360700182</id><published>2007-06-29T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:55:38.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Oficialmente Pós-Graduada em...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Psicologia dos Recursos Humanos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Apesar do prolongamento dos &lt;em&gt;timmings&lt;/em&gt; para entrega do paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Apesar de todas as confusões que ocorreram durante o ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Apesar de todas as desilusões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acabo hoje os trabalhos de avaliação do mestrado e concluída a parte lectiva sou oficialmente pós-graduada. Não sei que isso&lt;strong&gt; significa&lt;/strong&gt;, aliás como não soube o que era ser licenciada. São só &lt;strong&gt;pequenas alterações, grandes vitórias&lt;/strong&gt; mas a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;essência&lt;/span&gt; mantê-se e isso conforta-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou eu, igual a mim mesmo como sempre fui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este ano foi especialmente atribulado, mais do que poderia ter esperado por isso aqui ficam os meu agradecimentos sinceros a todos que me ajudaram a chegar até ao fim e a ter a certeza que desistir era o caminho mais fácil e não aquele que queria seguir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A todos os que fizeram mais esta caminhada comigo Obrigado! Conto convosco para a próxima erapa: Dissertação de Mestrado (cheira-me que essa vai doer bem mais)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-927516938360700182?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/927516938360700182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=927516938360700182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/927516938360700182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/927516938360700182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/oficialmente-ps-graduada-em.html' title='Oficialmente Pós-Graduada em...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-872304226399899042</id><published>2007-06-28T08:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:55:51.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Pela Manhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hoje quando acordei já estava &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cansada&lt;/span&gt;...É sempre assim quando se aproximam datas de entregas de trabalhos na &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faculdade&lt;/span&gt;. Com tanta coisa para fazer durante o dia acabo por encurtar as &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;noites&lt;/span&gt; para me dedicar à escrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cansaços à parte a verdade é que o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt; não para...O tempo não para... &lt;strong&gt;Nada para&lt;/strong&gt;. E se enquanto &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dormimos &lt;/span&gt;temos a sensação de que naquele momento o&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; parou é mentira ele continua a "andar" na sua sempre &lt;strong&gt;estonteante velocidade&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esta verdade induscutível foi escrita, na minha cabeça, esta manhã enquanto fazia o trajecto entre casa e a empresa depois de ter sido completamente&lt;strong&gt; "bombardea"&lt;/strong&gt; com um inicio de &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia alucinante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Tudo acontecia a mil à hora (talvez por a minha velocidade de processamento de informação ser baixa neste altura)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Explicando...Para mim os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;inicios de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; devem ser &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calmos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pequeno-almoço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tranquilo ao som de uma &lt;strong&gt;boa música&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;Caminho para a empresa&lt;/strong&gt; na companhia das &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;primeiras notícias da manhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que comprei ali no quiosque ao pé de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje,&lt;/strong&gt; quando cheguei à estação de Metro, fui completamente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"bombardeada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com campanhas de &lt;strong&gt;promoção de produtos&lt;/strong&gt; alimentares para além da oferta dos &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jornais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gratuitos que no último mês se multiplicaram a uma velocidade que me impediu de conseguir saber na verdade quantos são!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quanto aos &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jornais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fracamente não me ocorre nenhum comentário. Já os outros produtos, colocam-me algumas questões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se um pobre estiver na rua a pedir comida ignora-se não é? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pois é, mas se derrepente alguém nos oferecer &lt;strong&gt;iogurtes e sumo de fruta&lt;/strong&gt; nunguém diz que &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Sendo que há pessoas que abrem a mala para guardar uma quantidade simpática desses produtos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;" Não dar de comer a pobres, isso não, agora se me estão a oferecer aceito e ainda peço mais").&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gostava de conhecer o &lt;strong&gt;impacto real&lt;/strong&gt; destas campanhas nas vendas dos produtos. Calculo que seja &lt;strong&gt;bastante significativo&lt;/strong&gt; dado o sem números de campanhas que se encontram na rua logo pela manhã... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E será que algumas destas campanhas não poderiam servir para alimentar aqueles que realmente têm fome? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provavelmente, não vão comprar esses produtos mais tarde, mas quantos daqueles que hoje encheram a mala de "Activia Danone 0%" o farão?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-872304226399899042?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/872304226399899042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=872304226399899042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/872304226399899042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/872304226399899042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/pela-manh.html' title='Pela Manhã...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5905298017738574780</id><published>2007-06-26T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:07:19.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Data</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RoDkhO-0YgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7MWK3T4vOfo/s1600-h/200527440-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080311639282311682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RoDkhO-0YgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7MWK3T4vOfo/s400/200527440-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tempo de solidão e de incerteza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tempo de medo e tempo de traição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tempo de injustiça e de vileza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tempo de negação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tempo de covardia e tempo de ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tempo de mascarada e de mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tempo de escravidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tempo dos coniventes sem cadastro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tempo de silêncio e de mordaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tempo onde o sangue não tem rasto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tempo da ameaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5905298017738574780?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5905298017738574780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5905298017738574780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5905298017738574780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5905298017738574780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/data.html' title='Data'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RoDkhO-0YgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7MWK3T4vOfo/s72-c/200527440-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8160226803713345437</id><published>2007-06-21T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:29:52.845Z</updated><title type='text'>Compras de ínicio de noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr62--0YfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6UTWZB-0p1k/s1600-h/Casa+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078647352340013554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr62--0YfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6UTWZB-0p1k/s400/Casa+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Procurava um&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que despertasse os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Uma &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;salmão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;romântico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;verde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paixão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8160226803713345437?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8160226803713345437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8160226803713345437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8160226803713345437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8160226803713345437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/compras-de-nicio-de-noite.html' title='Compras de ínicio de noite'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr62--0YfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6UTWZB-0p1k/s72-c/Casa+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-1387751216931565979</id><published>2007-06-21T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:11:13.110Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu descanso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr1f--0YeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/wP1c0ttaj4c/s1600-h/Casa+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078641459644883426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr1f--0YeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/wP1c0ttaj4c/s320/Casa+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr1Re-0YdI/AAAAAAAAAME/ThU1L0Pi5WE/s1600-h/Casa+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078641210536780242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr1Re-0YdI/AAAAAAAAAME/ThU1L0Pi5WE/s320/Casa+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr07--0YcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4sPxajPKAoo/s1600-h/Casa+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078640841169592770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr07--0YcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4sPxajPKAoo/s320/Casa+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr0se-0YbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p_Dtgcpew2Y/s1600-h/Casa+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078640574881620402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr0se-0YbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p_Dtgcpew2Y/s320/Casa+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A guerreira descansa por aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Afinal, ainda há &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;reca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ntos&lt;/span&gt; na casa dos afectos (a minha) por conhecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Deixo algumas imagens do meu quarto, o espaço que me recebe em tantos momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deste espeço foram pensadas escolhidas com muita atenção. O&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;verde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cobre as paredes em frente da secretária...o &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salmão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; envolve a cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isto para que a na hora do descanso os meus olhos sejam &lt;strong&gt;embalados&lt;/strong&gt; pela &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tranquilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salmão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...e enquanto trabalho o&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; verde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encarrega-se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de me manter atenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-1387751216931565979?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1387751216931565979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=1387751216931565979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1387751216931565979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1387751216931565979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-meu-descanso.html' title='O meu descanso...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rnr1f--0YeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/wP1c0ttaj4c/s72-c/Casa+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-1394011667489375790</id><published>2007-06-21T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:09:57.188Z</updated><title type='text'>No dia do solsticio de Verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RnpU5e-0YaI/AAAAAAAAALs/HWlLue2ZM4U/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078464876359475618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RnpU5e-0YaI/AAAAAAAAALs/HWlLue2ZM4U/s320/sol.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ontem o guerreio descansou...Por entre as &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ão&lt;/span&gt; que povoam os lençóis da cama e deixam sentir o cheiro a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;esia&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aqui nesta &lt;strong&gt;praia&lt;/strong&gt; onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Não há nenhum &lt;strong&gt;vestígio de impureza&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aqui onde há somente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; tombando ininterruptamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Puro&lt;strong&gt; espaço&lt;/strong&gt; e&lt;strong&gt; lúcida&lt;/strong&gt; unidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aqui o tempo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apaix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;onada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Encontra a própria &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;erd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aproveitem os longos dias de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e gozem de inesquecíveis momentos de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Libe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;rda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;liz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Verã&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; 2007&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-1394011667489375790?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1394011667489375790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=1394011667489375790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1394011667489375790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1394011667489375790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-dia-do-solisticio-de-vero.html' title='No dia do solsticio de Verão...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RnpU5e-0YaI/AAAAAAAAALs/HWlLue2ZM4U/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8343998984349495854</id><published>2007-06-20T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:11:05.658Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...Logo mais à noitinha um espaço dedicado ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decanso do guerreiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8343998984349495854?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8343998984349495854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8343998984349495854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8343998984349495854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8343998984349495854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-390176510791370122</id><published>2007-06-19T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:41:31.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios sentimentais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O Ser-Humano encerra um conjunto de especificidades que o tormam fascinante...É incrível como obdecendo  a determinadas leias da &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Biologia&lt;/span&gt; cada Ser-Humano seja &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Único&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Único&lt;/span&gt; porque possuí um DNA único; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Único &lt;/span&gt;porque possuí uma &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NA&lt;/span&gt; única; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Único&lt;/span&gt; porque pensa de forma &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Única&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Único&lt;/span&gt; porque...Único...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Único &lt;/span&gt;porque a espécie Humana, é a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Única&lt;/span&gt; espécia animal que coloca o interesse indivudual acima do interesse do grupo...Estranho? É verdade, assim demonstram os estudos da Biologia e da Antropologia. Ora se assim é, parece que a partilha será nos humanos um comportamento dificil de provocar... Porém, ainda acredito que o Ser-Humano é &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intrinsecamente bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e que por isso o &lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;Partilha&lt;/strong&gt; são nobres sentimentos ao alcance de um gesto...Um gesto que pode ser escrever sobre o Amor. Eu já comecei e decide partilhar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A ideia de &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é uma espécie de supremo simbolo da &lt;strong&gt;vida humana&lt;/strong&gt;. Parecemos condenados, a viver como se aquilo que parece impossível fosse a coisa mais certa que há. A pensar e planear como se o tempo não nos faltasse, a crer que tudo vai correr bem, como se não fosse óbvio que grande parte das coisas só pode, mais tarde ou mais cedo correr mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É giro, porque se aplica a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;situ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ões&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;có&lt;/span&gt;mic&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - como acreditar a cada primavera que é desta que apareceu o anticelulítico que funciona- até aos cumes da tragédia - como aquela que "visitou os McCann..."No fundo aquilo que queremos é acreditar que o Amor para além de garantido é eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah! O Amor e a deslumbrante capacidade humana de Negação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-390176510791370122?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/390176510791370122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=390176510791370122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/390176510791370122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/390176510791370122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/devaneios-sentimentais.html' title='Devaneios sentimentais...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7797040619686895023</id><published>2007-06-17T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:12:41.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Desigualdades Amorosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ficavas por ali dois, cinco anos no máximo, criando-lhes &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ilusões&lt;/span&gt;, e depois partias alegando razão alguma, sempre com esse sorriso inatacável, belo demais para se poder insultar, quase sempre em &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;silêncio&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;acompanhado de um presente barato&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mas simbólico&lt;/span&gt;. Ah,..., ainda bem que assim que te vi, o meu instinto disparou e nunca aceitei viver contigo. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quiseste-me&lt;/span&gt;, disseste-me um dia, mais do que a todas as mulheres que tives-te durante dois, três anos e o resto não precisas de me dizer: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ainda me amas&lt;/span&gt;. Podes perceber de mulheres, mas não mais do que nós próprias. Todas as mulheres &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;te amaram&lt;/span&gt;, porque nenhuma te teve completamente; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a não ser eu claro&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ainda hoje não te amo&lt;/span&gt; e só por isso &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;te tenho e te terei, para sempre até aos fins dos dias&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;A vida é estranha não é?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amas-me porque não te quis e eu tenho-te porque não te amo. Mas acredita Amor, já não aguento muito mais. Até quando aguentarei continuar a fingir?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7797040619686895023?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7797040619686895023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7797040619686895023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7797040619686895023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7797040619686895023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/desigualdades-amorosas.html' title='Desigualdades Amorosas'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-33072153814238282</id><published>2007-06-12T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:59:41.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rm77Fe-0YZI/AAAAAAAAALk/kXVCNe5zWlU/s1600-h/Casa+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075269901727588754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rm77Fe-0YZI/AAAAAAAAALk/kXVCNe5zWlU/s400/Casa+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-33072153814238282?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/33072153814238282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=33072153814238282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/33072153814238282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/33072153814238282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rm77Fe-0YZI/AAAAAAAAALk/kXVCNe5zWlU/s72-c/Casa+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6637239425369272093</id><published>2007-06-12T09:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:11:39.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal - Junho/2007 Século XXI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rm5jNO-0YYI/AAAAAAAAALc/tV1EwMiLHiQ/s1600-h/74326113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075102909104152962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rm5jNO-0YYI/AAAAAAAAALc/tV1EwMiLHiQ/s400/74326113.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 ooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mil crianças em &lt;strong&gt;Portugal&lt;/strong&gt; não podem brincar. Estão a trabalhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6637239425369272093?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6637239425369272093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6637239425369272093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6637239425369272093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6637239425369272093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/portugal-junho2007-sculo-xxi.html' title='Portugal - Junho/2007 Século XXI'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rm5jNO-0YYI/AAAAAAAAALc/tV1EwMiLHiQ/s72-c/74326113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-2563818657582173037</id><published>2007-06-11T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:10:17.058Z</updated><title type='text'>Afinal também sei rimar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com cheiro a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manjerico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pu&lt;/span&gt;la&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, descobri que afinal, também consigo &lt;strong&gt;rimar&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto para ler, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tanto para estudar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O St.º António vai perdoar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se eu por lá não andar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-2563818657582173037?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2563818657582173037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=2563818657582173037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2563818657582173037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2563818657582173037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/afinal-tambm-sei-rimar.html' title='Afinal também sei rimar'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4896449891198417680</id><published>2007-06-10T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:17:14.096Z</updated><title type='text'>O Atlântico é Lindo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rmwx2--0YXI/AAAAAAAAALU/LEY2MOGNnvM/s1600-h/200706+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074485700828881266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rmwx2--0YXI/AAAAAAAAALU/LEY2MOGNnvM/s400/200706+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4896449891198417680?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4896449891198417680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4896449891198417680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4896449891198417680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4896449891198417680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-atlntico-lindo.html' title='O Atlântico é Lindo!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rmwx2--0YXI/AAAAAAAAALU/LEY2MOGNnvM/s72-c/200706+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-903710565026001243</id><published>2007-06-10T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:02:50.216Z</updated><title type='text'>O quarto d´hospedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvZNO-0YWI/AAAAAAAAALM/EVAWV1nP81g/s1600-h/Casa+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074388226546098530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvZNO-0YWI/AAAAAAAAALM/EVAWV1nP81g/s200/Casa+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvYw--0YVI/AAAAAAAAALE/fQiKOd8BH0Q/s1600-h/Casa+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074387741214794066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvYw--0YVI/AAAAAAAAALE/fQiKOd8BH0Q/s200/Casa+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvYnu-0YUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/r0wtpSKIkCA/s1600-h/Casa+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074387582301004098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvYnu-0YUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/r0wtpSKIkCA/s200/Casa+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Continuando na &lt;strong&gt;partilha&lt;/strong&gt; com a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;, aqui fica mais um pedacinho de uma casa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Portu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a Minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aqui fica quarto de todos aqueles que por aqui passam para fazer uma visita e decidam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...O &lt;strong&gt;roxo &lt;/strong&gt;dar-vos-à a &lt;strong&gt;tranquilidade e amor&lt;/strong&gt; para uma &lt;strong&gt;feliz noite de descans0&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Boa Noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-903710565026001243?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/903710565026001243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=903710565026001243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/903710565026001243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/903710565026001243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-quarto-dhospedes.html' title='O quarto d´hospedes'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvZNO-0YWI/AAAAAAAAALM/EVAWV1nP81g/s72-c/Casa+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-958676878749714830</id><published>2007-06-10T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:51:57.859Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Portugal, de Camões e das Comunidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvWvu-0YTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EeQYZgt9cNI/s1600-h/bandeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074385520716702002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvWvu-0YTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EeQYZgt9cNI/s320/bandeira.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dez de Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de Camões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; das Comunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;porque não deixar por aqui um pouco de Portugal, um pouco de Camões para partilhar com as comunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a tradição manda-nos festejar em Junho os Santos Populares (e casamenteiros): S. António, S. João e S. Pedro. S. António, patrono da Cidade de Lisboa, o primeiro a ser festejado (dia 13 de Junho) é celebrado com machericos e sardinha assada. Hoje cá em casa ja cheira a Mancherico (ninguém me ofereceu - manda a tradição que seja um pretendente a oferecer) por isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comprei um manjerico,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P´ra St.º António pedir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me mostre o caminho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo qual devo seguir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No dia de Camões e aproximando-se os Santos Casamenteiros deixo um poema de &lt;strong&gt;Amor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada,&lt;br /&gt;Por virtude do muito imaginar;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho logo mais que desejar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois em mim tenho a parte desejada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se nela está minha alma transformada,&lt;br /&gt;Que mais deseja o corpo de alcançar?&lt;br /&gt;Em si sómente pode descansar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois consigo tal alma está liada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas esta linda e pura semideia,&lt;br /&gt;Que, como o acidente em seu sujeito,&lt;br /&gt;Assim co'a alma minha se conforma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Está no pensamento como ideia;&lt;br /&gt;[E] o vivo e puro amor de que sou feito,&lt;br /&gt;Como matéria simples busca a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-958676878749714830?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/958676878749714830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=958676878749714830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/958676878749714830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/958676878749714830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/dia-de-portugal-de-cames-e-das.html' title='Dia de Portugal, de Camões e das Comunidades'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmvWvu-0YTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EeQYZgt9cNI/s72-c/bandeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-474331848577458776</id><published>2007-06-06T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:19:02.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sugestão 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;simples olhar pode encorajar ou julgar. O tom de voz, a expressão facial, os gestos, a atitude pode ser determinante quando se estabelece um contacto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-474331848577458776?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/474331848577458776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=474331848577458776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/474331848577458776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/474331848577458776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/promover-igualdade-e-diversidade_06.html' title='Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-9066076788337153383</id><published>2007-06-06T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:15:15.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Fins de Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Se tu viesses ver-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se tu viesses ver-me hoje à tardinha,&lt;br /&gt;A essa hora dos mágicos cansaços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando a noite de manso se avizinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E me prendesses todo nos teus braços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando me lembra: esse sabor que tinha&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca... o eco dos teus passos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O teu riso de fonte... os teus abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus beijos... a tua mão na minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se tu viesses quando, linda e louca,&lt;br /&gt;Traça as linhas dulcíssimas dum beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E é de seda vermelha e canta e ri&lt;br /&gt;E é como um cravo ao sol a minha boca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando os olhos se me cerram de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;E os meus braços se estendem para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-9066076788337153383?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/9066076788337153383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=9066076788337153383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/9066076788337153383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/9066076788337153383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/fins-de-tarde.html' title='Fins de Tarde'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6989618300259464260</id><published>2007-06-05T09:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:38:15.012Z</updated><title type='text'>Traição!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nos últimos dias dediquei algum tempo a reflectir sobre relacionamentos interpessoais, consequência de um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;novelo de sentimentos tão enrolado que não consigo encontrar a ponta para poder puxar e encontrar o &lt;em&gt;“fio à meada”&lt;/em&gt; como diz o povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Comecei por observar a realidade que me rodeia e rapidamente pude constatar que existe uma incongruência entre aquilo que nos ensinam enquanto crianças e o mundo dos adultos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde crianças os &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;valores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que nos transmitem são&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;valores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lealdade e Fidelidade&lt;/span&gt; numa relação a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porém, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;quando olho em redor aquilo que encontro são cada vez mais&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; histórias de infidelidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;embebidas num amor e numa entrega aparentemente superior&lt;/span&gt; ao que seria de esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Então o que procuram&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulheres&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quando &lt;strong&gt;“traem”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se é que traem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;O procuram &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no sexo oposto? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que os atraí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Será &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor Físico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;atracção interpessoal pura?&lt;/span&gt; E o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor Físico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; não será sempre a repetição do mesmo? De forma nenhuma há sempre uma &lt;strong&gt;percentagem de diferença ligada à idiossincrasia do indivíduo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Por mais que um &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; possa despir uma &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; só com olhar e que a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; consiga imaginar o que &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; esconde por trás daquela roupa, quando os &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corpos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;reflectirem um no outro, inevitavelmente a experiência será completamente diferente do último &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor Físico vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então o que procuram os homens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caso dos&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; homens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;diria que existe um grupo que procura nas &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quotidianas os &lt;strong&gt;ideais femininos&lt;/strong&gt; que constroem nos &lt;strong&gt;sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;. Outros movem-se pelo desejo de se a ponderarem da intima diversidade feminina.&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro caso, trata-se de uma &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;obsessão lírica&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; da procura de um ideal feminino, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da mulher perfeita,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por isso desiludem-se com frequência e andam de &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulher em mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na esperança do encontro com a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Perfeição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No segundo caso trata-se de um &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obsessão Épica,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; não procura nada em concreto, pelo contrário. Procura conhecer cada &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;detalhe do mundo feminino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aprender com a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;div&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dade,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;por isso todas as &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tem interesse e nada desilude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E as mulheres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; são bem mais simples: &lt;strong&gt;procuram noutro lado o que não têm em casa&lt;/strong&gt;. O “estar” com outras pessoas faz com que se sintam &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desejadas, valorizadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;traição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; serve muitas vezes para &lt;strong&gt;suprir as necessidades da relação conjugal&lt;/strong&gt; ou mesmo &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vingar a traição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; masculina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10% a 40% por cento das mulheres são infiéis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; em determinado momento e, no caso dos &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homens 20% a 60%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ou seja, parece que apesar dos &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valores de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fidelidade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;serem muito apregoados, são esquecidos com muita frequência e as respostas para o porquê são muito poucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que o Ser-Humano se impõem regras sociais contra-natura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A verdade é que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;uando a traição irrompe a pergunta inevitável é porque razão homens e mulheres são infiéis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;E a resposta difícil de encontrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6989618300259464260?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6989618300259464260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6989618300259464260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6989618300259464260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6989618300259464260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/traio.html' title='Traição!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4713402789150840523</id><published>2007-06-04T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:36:06.738Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje sentem-se nos sofás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRn7gI21GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dzgYQJ1MVDc/s1600-h/Casa+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072293352263046242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRn7gI21GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dzgYQJ1MVDc/s200/Casa+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRnzAI21FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7JhZhX7CwkI/s1600-h/Casa+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072293206234158162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRnzAI21FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7JhZhX7CwkI/s200/Casa+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072292995780760642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRnmwI21EI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8PptrF6s6zA/s200/Casa+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRndwI21DI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OUHhFnnMLes/s1600-h/Casa+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072292841161937970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRndwI21DI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OUHhFnnMLes/s200/Casa+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Na sala as cores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;quentes continuam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amarelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mistu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;com o vermelho paixão&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;para mostrar a quem chega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que o &lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt; nas suas mil facetas é a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisa mais importante da nossa vida&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;As linhas das mobilias são rectas para transmitir organização em oposição ao caos que as linhas mais trabalhadas tende a suscitar. Para além disso, nas linhas rectas encontra-se congruência, importante para lidar com as incongruências e confusões do dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4713402789150840523?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4713402789150840523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4713402789150840523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4713402789150840523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4713402789150840523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-sentem-se-nos-sofs.html' title='Hoje sentem-se nos sofás'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmRn7gI21GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dzgYQJ1MVDc/s72-c/Casa+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-2330536065712535980</id><published>2007-06-04T09:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:26:04.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tente imaginar como teria sido o seu dia hoje se tivesse chegado recentemente a Portugal e fosse uma pessoa de outro país, de língua ou religião diferente da sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-2330536065712535980?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2330536065712535980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=2330536065712535980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2330536065712535980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2330536065712535980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/promover-igualdade-e-diversidade.html' title='Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5175376708635105384</id><published>2007-06-03T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:46:25.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje abro a porta de minha casa...Entrem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmNPAgI21AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QRkIYxYR21E/s1600-h/Casa+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071984475394987010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmNPAgI21AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QRkIYxYR21E/s320/Casa+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmNOxAI20_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/erQmCrfRQiU/s1600-h/Casa+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071984209107014642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmNOxAI20_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/erQmCrfRQiU/s320/Casa+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmNOjgI20-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/sXHGpY1nVMY/s1600-h/Casa+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071983977178780642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmNOjgI20-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/sXHGpY1nVMY/s320/Casa+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A primeira foto corresponde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;à vista de casa mal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;se abre a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A segunda mostra um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pequeno espaço dedicado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a colocar aqueles pequenos detalhes como correspondência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A última foto mostra o corredor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;que separa o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de entrada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;da sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje vou escrever um pouco sobre este espaço de recepção e acolhimento de quem me visita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As paredes são &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amarelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;com o objectivo de dar as bosa-vindas a todos os convidados&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; O amarelo é uma côr quem que permite transmitir à que me visita o sentimento de boas-vindas, acolhimento e aconchego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Resolvi colocar os &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;andeeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;verdes&lt;/strong&gt; para que logo na entrada se apelar à &lt;strong&gt;Natureza e à tranquilidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;quadros na parede do corredor&lt;/strong&gt; trasmitem a quem chega (e perde 5 segundos a ler)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;alguns dos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meus valores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de liberdade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e igualdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, no mais puro estilo anos 60!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5175376708635105384?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5175376708635105384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5175376708635105384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5175376708635105384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5175376708635105384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-abro-porta-de-minha-casaentrem.html' title='Hoje abro a porta de minha casa...Entrem!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmNPAgI21AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QRkIYxYR21E/s72-c/Casa+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-2178376158939156290</id><published>2007-06-01T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:10:13.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão de Fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmALoQI207I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vxeibvQZq0w/s1600-h/71196889-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071065966573966258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmALoQI207I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vxeibvQZq0w/s400/71196889-2.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Este fim-de-semana parece que o &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;resolveu visitar-nos...E porque não aproveitar o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;para descontrair com um &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bom livro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e uma &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boa música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por estes dias tenho encontrado a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;armonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na combinação da música de &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Graça (Disco de Cabeceira)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e na &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;delicia&lt;/span&gt; das palavras de &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milankundera na sua Insustentável Leveza do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aqui fica a sugestão, aproveitem o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para sentados na esplanada, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;na areia&lt;/span&gt; ou na &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;relva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de um jardim&lt;/span&gt; se deixaram transportar pela &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;melodia da música&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pelas palavras&lt;/span&gt; para os lugares mais pacificos do nosso ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-2178376158939156290?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2178376158939156290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=2178376158939156290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2178376158939156290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2178376158939156290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/sugesto-de-fim-de-semana.html' title='Sugestão de Fim de Semana'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RmALoQI207I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vxeibvQZq0w/s72-c/71196889-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7705233811516460776</id><published>2007-05-31T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:39:54.827Z</updated><title type='text'>Maio - Mês do Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl9LxQI205I/AAAAAAAAAJE/b0sEuaqBfYI/s1600-h/73845414+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070855014960255890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl9LxQI205I/AAAAAAAAAJE/b0sEuaqBfYI/s400/73845414+1.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No último dia do mês de &lt;strong&gt;Maio&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;mês do Coração&lt;/strong&gt; - e por que o Amor faz bem ao coração aqui fica a partilhar de uns versos para vos aquecer o Coração nos próximos meses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que a minha boca tem pra dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;São talhados em mármore de Paros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Têm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dolência de veludos caros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;São como sedas pálidas a arder&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versus raros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas, meu Amor, eu não tos digo ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que boca da mulher é sempre linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se dentro guarda um verso q n diz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amo-te tanto! E nunca te beijei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que fiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicado:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.A todos aqueles que fazem com que a cada dia e a cada momento valha a pena manter o meu coração são para poder partilhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. A pessoa que me ajudou a descobrir quão belos são os poemas da Florbela Espanca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. A ti, a quem deixei ontem uns versos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas amar não chega por isso há outros cuidados a ter para que o nosso coração nunca deixe de bater  e assim nunca deixe de poder amar. Cuidem-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7705233811516460776?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7705233811516460776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7705233811516460776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7705233811516460776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7705233811516460776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/maio-ms-do-corao.html' title='Maio - Mês do Coração'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl9LxQI205I/AAAAAAAAAJE/b0sEuaqBfYI/s72-c/73845414+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-1526946161275575431</id><published>2007-05-31T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:43:33.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Promover a IGUALDADE e DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão 4. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Direitinha para os meus colegas de RH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Incentive processos de recrutamento de novos empregados numa rede tão ampla quanto possível, procurando assegurar a todos os interessados uma verdadeira igualdade de oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-1526946161275575431?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1526946161275575431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=1526946161275575431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1526946161275575431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1526946161275575431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/promover-igualdade-e-diversidade_31.html' title='Promover a IGUALDADE e DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7021910437748642003</id><published>2007-05-31T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:18:47.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial de Luta contra o Tabaco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl6SOwI204I/AAAAAAAAAI8/f2Lr6ypGDmE/s1600-h/tabaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070651012603630466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl6SOwI204I/AAAAAAAAAI8/f2Lr6ypGDmE/s400/tabaco.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A cada oito minutos morre 1 pessoa vitima dos efeitos nocivos do tabaco. E se pelo menos hoje tentassemos viver sem fumo só para ver como é. Quem dizem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7021910437748642003?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7021910437748642003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7021910437748642003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7021910437748642003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7021910437748642003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-mundial-de-luta-contra-o-tabaco.html' title='Dia Mundial de Luta contra o Tabaco'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl6SOwI204I/AAAAAAAAAI8/f2Lr6ypGDmE/s72-c/tabaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-221215051894148837</id><published>2007-05-30T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:23:05.972Z</updated><title type='text'>A poesia na minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl33vQI203I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rytUf7bQZ_o/s1600-h/kandisky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070481146647073650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl33vQI203I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rytUf7bQZ_o/s400/kandisky1.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl33VwI202I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-q1OzVDZUpg/s1600-h/kandisky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nunca fui grande fã de poesia... Lia algumas coisas mais por curiosidade que por interesse. Um dia destes dei por mim na FNAC à procura de Poesia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sentia necessidade de me conhecer melhor e achei que a poesia seria uma boa ajuda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Não sei!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Talvez identificação com o poeta que no momento em que escreve também ele sente o terrível peso de procurar uma solução para o seu enigma.&lt;/span&gt; Como não sou poetisa, não sei rimar, escrevo prosa. Mas há momentos em a previsibilidade da prosa não me deixa ser tão genuina quanto gostaria, limita-me com tantos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. finais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A poesia essa não!&lt;/span&gt; Tem o poder de nos deixar&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e transformar aqueles versos no que quisermos, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tal como pudemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;com os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;traços&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;de um quadro&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Ler poesia poupa muitos recursos cognitivos porque já alguém pôs as ideias em palavras e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;depois basta-nos procurar os versos que melhor caracterizam o sentimento de um momento. &lt;strong&gt;Não é fácil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Existe sempre alguém, que ja sentiu o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coração apertadinho como nós&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ou que teve medo de decidir&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que desse momento fez um lindo poema&lt;/span&gt;. Derrepente, depois de ler aquele poema a reflexão já é outra: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;como transformar um momento de apreensão em algo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;belo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Deixa-se o problema de lado e vamos procurar o belo - seja o que ele for. Na busca do belo cruzamo-nos com as diferentes perspectivas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;acolhendo em nós a que mais tranquiliza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos com um poema que para mim faz sentido no agora. Dedico-o a alguém especial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Encontra essa mulher por quem te possas apaixonar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz isso. Apaixona-te, sem o contrariares. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se ainda não o fizes-te estas a desperdiçar a tua vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-221215051894148837?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/221215051894148837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=221215051894148837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/221215051894148837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/221215051894148837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/poesia-na-minha-vida.html' title='A poesia na minha vida...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl33vQI203I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rytUf7bQZ_o/s72-c/kandisky1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7891982596258756659</id><published>2007-05-30T13:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:02:27.378Z</updated><title type='text'>Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl2DGAI201I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0O9UlHe4SlU/s1600-h/56912243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070352894628647762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl2DGAI201I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0O9UlHe4SlU/s400/56912243.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não aceite passivamente afirmações baseadas apenas em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preconceitos e ideias feitas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não se fique pelas primeiras impressões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;procure ver o que está para lá das aparências&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7891982596258756659?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7891982596258756659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7891982596258756659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7891982596258756659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7891982596258756659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/para-promover-igualdade-e-diversidade.html' title='Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rl2DGAI201I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0O9UlHe4SlU/s72-c/56912243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8112505651397157081</id><published>2007-05-29T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:27:34.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rlv71wI200I/AAAAAAAAAIc/SjTd18iOZHk/s1600-h/200521834-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069922706409313090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rlv71wI200I/AAAAAAAAAIc/SjTd18iOZHk/s400/200521834-001.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;É importante conhecer o significado e respeitar os vários tipos de vestuário&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nomeadamente peças simbólicas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; como por exemplo, o lenço usado pela mulher muçulmana,&lt;/span&gt; o&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; turbante dos Sikhs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;o "kippa" usado por alguns judeus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o sari usado pelas mulheres hindus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8112505651397157081?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8112505651397157081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8112505651397157081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8112505651397157081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8112505651397157081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/promover-igualdade-e-diversidade_29.html' title='Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/Rlv71wI200I/AAAAAAAAAIc/SjTd18iOZHk/s72-c/200521834-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3972282875448429635</id><published>2007-05-28T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:15:11.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Apartir de hoje o &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Desigual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; vai dedicar um espaço a divulgar uma iniciativa que em &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ugal &lt;/span&gt;pretende promover a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Igualdade&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Div&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ersi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dade&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Comecemos por aquilo que pudemos faer todos os dias a qualquer hora - &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é uma forma de expressão &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;sal&lt;/span&gt;, ou seja, entendido por todos os &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;P.S. Aproveito este post para mostrar a minha indignação perante uma situação que ocorreu um dia destes. Um rapaz de 24 anos foi caracterizado num contexto de emprego por &lt;em&gt;ter&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;um problema pessoal&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;O problema&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;era um bebé de 4 meses&lt;/strong&gt;. Acho tão mal que se volte para trás! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando as mulheres lutam para que isto não lhes acontecessa olhamos em volta&lt;/span&gt; e percebemos que começa a passar com os homens. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que sociedade é esta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3972282875448429635?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3972282875448429635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3972282875448429635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3972282875448429635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3972282875448429635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/promover-igualdade-e-diversidade.html' title='Promover a IGUALDADE e a DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6051131209800399779</id><published>2007-05-28T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:05:45.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Por motivos de ordem técnica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;motivos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ordem &lt;/span&gt;técnica - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não encontro o cabo da máquina fotográfica&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;possível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apresentar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Caso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;esteja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;disposto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a resolver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o problema de ordem técnica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;poderão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;entrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;na minha casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;esta semana&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Caso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;contrario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;terão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;esperar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;até Domingo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Peço desculpa pelos incómodos causados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6051131209800399779?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6051131209800399779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6051131209800399779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6051131209800399779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6051131209800399779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/por-motivos-de-ordem-tcnica.html' title='Por motivos de ordem técnica'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5107288607957219363</id><published>2007-05-28T08:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:50:41.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje convido-vos a conhecer a minha casa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;noit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;inha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5107288607957219363?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5107288607957219363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5107288607957219363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5107288607957219363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5107288607957219363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-convido-vos-conhecer-minha-casa.html' title='Hoje convido-vos a conhecer a minha casa...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3717482456682125459</id><published>2007-05-25T11:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:17:41.464Z</updated><title type='text'>Dedicado...à pessoa que sabe porque que adoro Amarelo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlbFeAI20zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WBtBGQzXPdY/s1600-h/73923911-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068455549875966770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlbFeAI20zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WBtBGQzXPdY/s400/73923911-4.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Há pessoas que transformam o sol numa simples mancha amarela, mas há aqueles que fazem de uma simples mancha amarela o próprio sol!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pablo Picasso)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Na minha casa brilha sempre o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3717482456682125459?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3717482456682125459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3717482456682125459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3717482456682125459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3717482456682125459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/dedica-pessoa-que-sabe-porque-que-adoro.html' title='Dedicado...à pessoa que sabe porque que adoro Amarelo!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlbFeAI20zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WBtBGQzXPdY/s72-c/73923911-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3714993798805354610</id><published>2007-05-24T15:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:22:44.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu e os outros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlWqswI20yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A8jgh6Tebe0/s1600-h/PICT1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068144641488376610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="280" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlWqswI20yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A8jgh6Tebe0/s400/PICT1137.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia g&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;… Igual a todos os outros mas mesmo assim &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nte&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É engraçado percepcionar a forma como os outros nos vêem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. Mais engraçado ainda é quando essa manifestação é despoletada por uma aula em que a temática era&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o Conflito Trabalho e Família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Derrepente os meus colegas começam a dizer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“és o retrato disto, exactamente disto&lt;/em&gt;”!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora porque vocês disto o quê&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Passo a explicar, um dos estudos feito na população portuguesa para estudar o conflito trabalho família demonstra que os Portugueses ao contrário da generalidade dos países europeus (Holanda e Países Nórdicos, p.e.) afirmam trabalhar poucas horas por dia e que o seu trabalho não é fonte de conflito com a família. Estas conclusões são no mínimo estranhas se pensarmos que os portugueses passam a vida a queixar-se…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que, numa amostra representativa da população portuguesa em termos de idade, sexo, profissão e estado civil os portugueses afirmam que trabalham poucas horas por dia e acreditam e que o trabalho não é fonte de conflito com a família.&lt;br /&gt;As conclusões além de inesperadas – efectivamente o nº de horas de trabalho em Portugal é superior à outros países da Europa – eram estranhas isto porque, apesar de na efectivamente trabalharem mais horas os portugueses acham que não o fazem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviamente que o grupo começou a tentar perceber o que estaria por trás destas conclusões e um dos motivos apontados foi: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;os jovens não dão importância à família e por tanto não há conflito. O trabalho está primeiro…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Errado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; mesmo estudo mostra que quando se pede aos mesmos portugueses para ordenarem por importância decrescente as seguintes dimensões: Trabalho, Família, Amigos, Hobbies, entre outras, a Família aparece como sendo a mais importante. Bem, os portugueses são muito estranhos…Afinal, a família é que importa mas onde eu passo mesmo muito tempo é no trabalho (embora não minha opinião não passe). Que confusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No meio da discussão e sem encontrarmos justificações para as diferenças face aos outros países da Europa nem para as incongruências disse&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Em média trabalho mais de 12 horas por dia e sou feliz. Gosto da vida que tenho…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Caiu-me o mundo em cima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pois tu és esse retrato. O retrato da stressada que só pensa na carreira, no sucesso. E os amigos, e a família, e o cinema&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tento conciliar as duas coisas sempre que possível, mas no momento há de facto um enfoque na minha carreira.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- E família? De certeza que também não queres miúdos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Gostava de ter um miúdo meu e um adoptado. Casar por acaso não faço questão. Mas como é óbvio gostava de ter um suporte social. Pode ser um amigo especial sei lá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- E depois vais continuar a trabalhar 12 horas por dia com um bebé para cuidar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Abrando o ritmo aí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Depois habituas-te a um estatuto e um nível de vida que não consegues deixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Achei genial que eles me achem demasiado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;work-oriented&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e é verdade que sou. Mas eu gosto deste &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stress miudinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de ter muitas coisas para fazer, muitos sítios para ir.&lt;br /&gt;Explicações para estes interesses, certamente que existiriam muitas…Ficam para vocês pensarem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. De uma coisa podem ter a certeza da mesma forma que trabalho em média 12 horas por dia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; também serei mãe em média &lt;strong&gt;24 horas por dia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Porque as prioridades mudam. E de certeza que com um bebé em casa o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stress miudinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; se mantém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ah! E para além de trabalhar em média 12 horas, mesmo assim vejo os meus amigos (menos que antes confesso), saiu e divirto-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Foi muito interessante saber como me vêem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3714993798805354610?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3714993798805354610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3714993798805354610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3714993798805354610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3714993798805354610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/eu-e-os-outros.html' title='Eu e os outros...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlWqswI20yI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A8jgh6Tebe0/s72-c/PICT1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-871787951385101747</id><published>2007-05-23T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:31:45.478Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser Mulher em Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlQXigI20xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CefRA0mlWuo/s1600-h/200518587-001`-+mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067701362208723730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlQXigI20xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CefRA0mlWuo/s400/200518587-001%60-+mulher.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hoje a &lt;strong&gt;Amnistia Internacional&lt;/strong&gt; apresentou mais um relatório sobre as condições de vida das &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; em&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Por ano &lt;strong&gt;33 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mulheres&lt;/span&gt; MORREM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vitimas de violência doméstica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sei que para muitos este nº será considerado insignificante. Afinal o q são 33 mulheres mortas num ano por violência doméstica? São mais ou menos duas por mês quer dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;É verdade, é um nº pequeno quando comparado com o n.º de soldados que morrem todos os dias no Iraque ou noutras guerras poucas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So que aqui existe um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pequeno senão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;estás mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; foram &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mortas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;como consequência do desrespeito pelos&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Direitos Humanos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a quem os confunda com o Direito do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - enfim), não foram voluntárias para essa guerra e &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; achou que tinha o direito de lhes roubar a vida, o sonho, a Paz, a Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Para além destas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;33 Mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que morrem a cada ano, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um número incalculável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (sim porque muitos casos não são denúnciados) &lt;strong&gt;fica com sequelas gravíssimas&lt;/strong&gt; que lhes retiram &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;qualidade de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Para além deste nº muitas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;neste preciso momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, está ser violentadas psicologicamente no seu local trabalho, ou então violadas fisicamente ou mesmo mal-tratadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Isto é o retrato de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Quem sabe pode estar acontecer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no escritório ao lado do nosso&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;na casa do nosso vizinho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;É nossa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;responsabilidade social&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; estarmos atentos e não deixar que estas coisas aconteçam sem agir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Para começar porque não passar pelo site da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aministia Internacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e ler o relatório? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnistiainternacional.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;www.amnistiainternacional.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fica a sugestão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-871787951385101747?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/871787951385101747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=871787951385101747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/871787951385101747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/871787951385101747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/ser-mulher-em-portugal.html' title='Ser Mulher em Portugal'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlQXigI20xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CefRA0mlWuo/s72-c/200518587-001%60-+mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5112828715567262057</id><published>2007-05-22T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:04:25.709Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlLOBgI20vI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TlGfRipYqEI/s1600-h/73324683-ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067339055947502322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlLOBgI20vI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TlGfRipYqEI/s400/73324683-ok.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tinham feito a vida num inferno um ao outro, embora se &lt;strong&gt;amassem muito&lt;/strong&gt;. E era bem verdade que se &lt;strong&gt;amavam&lt;/strong&gt;. Isso era a prova de que a culpa não era deles, do seu comportamento ou do seu sentimento lábil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A culpa era da&lt;strong&gt; incompatibilidade&lt;/strong&gt; que havia entre eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5112828715567262057?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5112828715567262057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5112828715567262057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5112828715567262057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5112828715567262057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlLOBgI20vI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TlGfRipYqEI/s72-c/73324683-ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8394242663360469657</id><published>2007-05-21T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:34:02.876Z</updated><title type='text'>As voltas da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlG7PgI20uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cVYgPN_TDHA/s1600-h/mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067036930768032482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlG7PgI20uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cVYgPN_TDHA/s320/mundo.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amanhã faz exactamente um ano que foi a minha benção das fitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um ano depois muita coisa mudou. Mudou em mim, mudou nos outros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Há pouco no msn falava com uma &lt;strong&gt;Grande Amiga&lt;/strong&gt; que planeia uma mudança na sua vida. Por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, resolveu ir viver para fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Outra amiga, também ela de infância convidou me para estar presente ao lado dela no momento em que vai proferir as palavras&lt;strong&gt; "Sim, quero!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um casal de amigos, com quem partilhei bons momentos da minha vida esperam &lt;strong&gt;um bebé&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu já passei por 2 empresas, já recebi ofertas de trabalho de outras tantas, já comecei o mestrado, já comprei uma casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E onde está o &lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt; na minha vida? Aquele que vai para além do &lt;strong&gt;Amor &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Erótico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de que falava há uns dias. Aquele com quem &lt;strong&gt;dividimos os lençóis&lt;/strong&gt; e que é diferente daquele &lt;strong&gt;com quem os partilhamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aquele&lt;strong&gt; Amor&lt;/strong&gt;, que tudo quer e tudo pode? Aquele que vem daquela pessoa que nos conhece tão bem e mesmo assim continua a Amar-nos e a lutar por nós? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que um dia ele se vai cruzar comigo nas voltas do Mundo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8394242663360469657?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8394242663360469657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8394242663360469657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8394242663360469657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8394242663360469657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-voltas-da-vida.html' title='As voltas da vida...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RlG7PgI20uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cVYgPN_TDHA/s72-c/mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3484139670492486474</id><published>2007-05-20T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:16:51.218Z</updated><title type='text'>I´m dreaming for Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Se AMA lo que se amó; se amará de la misma manera que se adoraba entonces!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Há muito que sentia isto não sabia era coloca-lo em palavras. Alguém me ajudou numa feira islâmica em Mértola.  E juntos chegamos à mesma conclusão o AMOR tem mil facetas e nunca acaba nem é substituído...muda é a sua faceta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Devolveu-me alguma da minha Paz Interior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3484139670492486474?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3484139670492486474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3484139670492486474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3484139670492486474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3484139670492486474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-dreaming-for-love.html' title='I´m dreaming for Love...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3524249041415246638</id><published>2007-05-17T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:59:21.674Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é só mais um dia para celebrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hoje assinei a escritura da&lt;strong&gt; minha casa&lt;/strong&gt;. É &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ter este sentimento de  que pelo menos temos uma casa, &lt;strong&gt;um &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porto de abrigo &lt;/span&gt;para receber todos aqueles que nela queiram encontrar o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conforto &lt;/span&gt;de um&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;momento de partilha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emoção&lt;/span&gt; foi inevitavél! Nunca pensei que este passo fosse dado tão cedo na minha vida e quando assinava a escritura senti o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peso da responsabilidade&lt;/span&gt; embebido em muita felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Este momento fui apenas possível graças aos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meus pais&lt;/span&gt; que me ajudaram financeiramente e a quem devo tudo aquilo que sou hoje, por isso aqui fica o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;agradecimento merecido. Obrigado Pais, por tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Porém,  houve uma outra coisa que inevitavelmente contribui para que aceitasse o peso da responsabilidade que aquela caneta continha no momento do "autografo". Refiro-me ao &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meu emprego.&lt;/span&gt; Mais que um emprego, ou um trabalho, tenho uma actividade profissional da qual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosto muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com a qual aprendo muito e pela qual me sinto muito recompensada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não me refiro a recompensas económicas!&lt;/span&gt; Refiro-me &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;às &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;palavras que recebo das pessoas&lt;/span&gt; que se vão cruzando comigo na procura de um emprego e de uma oportunidade melhor&lt;/span&gt;.  Gostava de lhes&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; agredecer  a atenção que me dedicam e tudo que me ensinam. E neste dia especial deixe-me partilhar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Agradeço toda a atenção empregada nesse processo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Penso que surgiu ali uma empatia muito agradável e agora que somos colegas, sinto que foi um excelente começo :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"...agradeço o interesse, a disponibilidade e amabilidade com que fui tratado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Amanhã já começa o novo emprego, obrigado por tudo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por tudo isto, vale mesmo a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3524249041415246638?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3524249041415246638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3524249041415246638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3524249041415246638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3524249041415246638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-s-mais-um-dia-para-celebrar.html' title='Hoje é só mais um dia para celebrar...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8917754651546546454</id><published>2007-05-16T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:28:00.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Fragilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Há uma semana que alguém se lembra de mim a cada segundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1º - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os miosótis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Forget me not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2º &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pequeno-almoço de despedida...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lembro o brilho dos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;contra o dourado do teu rosto..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3º - 8:00 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cart Noir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Café e Chocolate!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Se não posso acordar te, acorda com o "cheiro do nosso café..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4ª - CD dos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GNR&lt;/span&gt; - Continuação...(pergunto eu: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de quê?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Facto é que ningém aguenta e somos &lt;strong&gt;todos fragéis&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É impossível &lt;strong&gt;não sentir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quem sou eu?!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Uma miúda incapaz de lidar com isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Perdida no meio de uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AMIZADE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ERÓTICA,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;de um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AMOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e de uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIXÃO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A ti &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMIGO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;só me resta perdir desculpa por não saber &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;retribuir&lt;/span&gt; tudo aquilo que me dás&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8917754651546546454?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8917754651546546454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8917754651546546454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8917754651546546454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8917754651546546454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/fragilidades.html' title='Fragilidades'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-1711458044818410171</id><published>2007-05-16T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:09:45.752Z</updated><title type='text'>Banalidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui descobrindo por aí que:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;Ser-Humano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tem uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;capacidade imensa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de surpreender a cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;momento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eu consigo fazer coisas que nunca pensei&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ser Dona de Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;daquelas que &lt;strong&gt;lavam roupa à mão e stressam com o pó&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; A mensagem pessoal do messenger&lt;strong&gt; não chega&lt;/strong&gt; para escrever tudo o que sentimos: &lt;strong&gt;ontem,&lt;/strong&gt; por exemplo&lt;strong&gt;, precisava de:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;agradecer a supresa da manhã; dizer como o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; está confuso: revelar que as vezes aquilo que mais esperamos e achamos que nunca vai acontecer, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;acontece&lt;/span&gt;; afinal,  lembrou-se de mim;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Já reparam que&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; só a roupa cara não pode ir à máquina de lavar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Surreal, porque essa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;devia ser aquela que podia ir à máquina de lavar, de secar e sair impecável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e temos que lavar à mão; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;não acho normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Sabiam que no &lt;strong&gt;Porto&lt;/strong&gt; quando as pessoas se despedem dizem &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continuação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e em &lt;strong&gt;Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;então vá?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Observem e constatem é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;verdade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-1711458044818410171?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1711458044818410171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=1711458044818410171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1711458044818410171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/1711458044818410171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/banalidades.html' title='Banalidades'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8720570608743626876</id><published>2007-05-14T00:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T07:35:33.829Z</updated><title type='text'>Amizade erótica. Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tenho tentado compreender as motivações dos relacionamentos interpessoais, mais concretamente o que diferencia uma &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de um&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um deste dias percebi que talvez as diferenças não fossem tão grandes como pensei...Surgiu derrepente a ideia de que no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;poderiamos ter uma &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- uma amizade daquelas que se caracterizam por tudo dizer, por tudo sentir, por saber que independente do que acontessa a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; está lá. Resolvi chamar-lhe &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERÓTICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, tentando guardar os aspectos positivos da &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e o melhor que o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nos trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ou seja, a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nunca se deixaria vencer pela posse e agressividade do &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gostei da ideia de equilibrio de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AMIZADE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ERÓTICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, com o equlíbrio do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e da &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mas colocando sempre a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em primeiro lugar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8720570608743626876?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8720570608743626876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8720570608743626876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8720570608743626876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8720570608743626876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/amizade-ertica-ser.html' title='Amizade erótica. Será?'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3501986196522181025</id><published>2007-05-12T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:51:39.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Que escolher então? O peso ou a leveza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;fardo mais pesado esmaga-nos, verga-nos, comprime-nos&lt;/strong&gt; contra o solo. Mas na &lt;strong&gt;poesia amorosa de todos os séculos&lt;/strong&gt;, a mulher &lt;strong&gt;sempre desejou receber  fardo do corpo masculino&lt;/strong&gt;. Portanto, o &lt;strong&gt;fardo mais pesado é também a imagem do momento de maior realização de uma vida.&lt;/strong&gt; Quanto mais pesado for o fardo, mais próxima da terra se encontra a nossa viada e mais real e verdadeira é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso eu decidi suportar mais um fardo e lutar, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para não perder pitada do que a vida tem para me dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3501986196522181025?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3501986196522181025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3501986196522181025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3501986196522181025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3501986196522181025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/que-escolher-ento-o-peso-ou-leveza.html' title='Que escolher então? O peso ou a leveza?'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7108552381216719381</id><published>2007-05-11T09:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:20:38.302Z</updated><title type='text'>Miósotis - Forget me not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RkQ1YJ389qI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zsj6ohnKt84/s1600-h/flores-miosotis_898_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063230570155013794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RkQ1YJ389qI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zsj6ohnKt84/s400/flores-miosotis_898_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7108552381216719381?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7108552381216719381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7108552381216719381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7108552381216719381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7108552381216719381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/misotis-forget-me-not.html' title='Miósotis - Forget me not!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RkQ1YJ389qI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zsj6ohnKt84/s72-c/flores-miosotis_898_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-5301921671822663418</id><published>2007-05-08T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:44:58.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Quase 365 dias...o sentido continua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Abre a tua porta, não tenhas medo&lt;br /&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro à espera para entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso no rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um segredo,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que ter quer falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha em frente e diz me aquilo que vez,&lt;br /&gt;Reflexos de quem conheces bem!&lt;br /&gt;Ouve essa voz, é a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Aí a tensão e a razão que tem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa o mundo girar&lt;br /&gt;Para o lado que quer!&lt;br /&gt;Não o podes parar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem tens nada a perder&lt;br /&gt;Estas de passagem…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não o leves a mal se te manda avançar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja um sinal que não podes perder&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas de passagem e só de passagem para outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai aonde queres&lt;br /&gt;Sê quem tu quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Estende a tua mão a quem te ergue o bem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   (Miguel Gameiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-5301921671822663418?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5301921671822663418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=5301921671822663418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5301921671822663418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/5301921671822663418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/quase-365-diaso-sentido-continua.html' title='Quase 365 dias...o sentido continua!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-667394900422599083</id><published>2007-05-06T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:58:20.835Z</updated><title type='text'>Antes politicamente incorrecta do que moralmente falsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Na &lt;strong&gt;quinta-feira&lt;/strong&gt; passada senti o gosto amargo da ausência de opção de escolha, senti o travo da derrota...Mas o que mais me amargou não foi a ausência da escolha ou da Liberdade, foi a forma como tudo aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Na &lt;strong&gt;sexta-feira&lt;/strong&gt; passei o dia com o coração cheio de sentimentos: angústia, revolta, derrota. No fundo, a guerra ainda nem começou e na sexta eu já sentia que a tinha perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, o sentimento é diferente! Bem diferente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Como posso ter perdido a guerra? Ela não começou. No máximo perdi uma batalha. Mas uma batalha bem disputada. Só a perdi porque me dei como vencedora cedo demais e perante a investida do inimigo estava distraída e fui atingida. Isto significa que só perdi aquela batalha porque sobrevalorizei o meu desempenho. Se estivesse mais atenta teria pelo menos empatado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Na verdade, odeio guerras. Sempre fui contra elas. &lt;strong&gt;Acredito que os problemas podem ser resolvidos com base no diálogo e no entendimento mútuo, aquilo que na giria se chama "num registo politicamente correcto".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No entanto, parece que uma das partes não está disposta a seguir este registo e teima em atacar de forma rispida e inesperada apanhando o adversário desprevenido. Assim, só me resta uma saída esquecer o "politicamente correcto" e lutar nos mesmo moldes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu sempre foi a primeira a demostrar a minha idgnação perante a ausência de liberdade, de justiça, não posso ficar quieta e dar-me como vencida. &lt;strong&gt;Tenho que lutar pelos meus direitos e não me dar vencida antes de ter lutado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes politicamente incorrecta do que moralmente falsa.&lt;/strong&gt; Ao desistir, para ser politicamente correcta, estaria a ignorar valores essencias como a liberdade de expressão e os meus direitos ou seja, estaria a ser moralemente falsa e isso jamais serei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou desitir do plano de sempre. Não me vou calar. Vou lutar, por mim e por todos os outros que vêm a seguir, para que aquilo que eu estou a passar não seja passado por mais ninguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calar-me, acatar ou mesmo desistir daquilo que quero seria uma cobardia...Corresponderia a ignorar os pilares em que assenta a minha moral e a lutar contra os meus valores...Por isso, antes politicamente incorrenta do que moralmente falsa. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vou à luta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-667394900422599083?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/667394900422599083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=667394900422599083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/667394900422599083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/667394900422599083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/antes-politicamente-incorrecta-do-que.html' title='Antes politicamente incorrecta do que moralmente falsa'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7956958406603002537</id><published>2007-05-05T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:44:39.448Z</updated><title type='text'>A culpa é das expectativas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ninguém disse que os dias eram nossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ninguém prometeu nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fui eu que julguei que podia arrancar sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mais uma madruga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O problema é sempre o mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Ser Humano e a sua mania de inventar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cometer o erro de achar que consegue sempre controlar de tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criar expectativas e depois...Expectativas não cumpridas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perde-se o controlo do  nunca controlado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofresse...Desnecessariamente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sempre soubemos que não pudemos controlar tudo, porque é que insistimos em querer fazê-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7956958406603002537?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7956958406603002537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7956958406603002537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7956958406603002537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7956958406603002537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/culpa-das-expectativas.html' title='A culpa é das expectativas...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-7674086102451685686</id><published>2007-05-04T10:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:05:46.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Gritar ao Mundo: tirem-me deste filme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060659469587641986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjsS-Z389oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_wks1a5bqpg/s400/55898377.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Está quase a fazer um ano em que num belo dia de Maio, festejava a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Licenciatura em Psicologia - variante Psicologia Social do Trabalho e das Organizações&lt;/span&gt;. Na verdade, aquele momento era mais um...Mais um no meio de outros que "obviamente" aconteceram. Mas havia quem entendesse que se devia comemorar e assim foi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Por aquela altura estava mais preocupada com o que o &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Futuro&lt;/span&gt; me reservava e não tanto em festejar um acontecimento passado. Felizmente o &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Futuro sorriu-me&lt;/span&gt; e a vida profissional seguiu, com alguma turbulência interior (própria das mudanças que foram surgindo), mas sem grandes sobressaltos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem senti pela primeira vez que talvez não tivesse seguido o rumo certo&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Talvez se tivesse ido para longe...Talvez...Se...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;É verdade que as &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;interrogações &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;foram constantes desde Novembro...Mas as &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respostas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nunca foramtão claras quanto as de ontem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respostas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chegaram de uma forma tão &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;atroz&lt;/span&gt; que o meu rosto não pode disfarçar todo o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;desencanto&lt;/span&gt; que o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coração vivia&lt;/span&gt;. Quis que a vida me levasse para longe dali. Ali, no sitio onde as respostas iam aparecendo não havia espaço para tudo o que estava a sentir e a pensar. Mas, deixei me ficar e o meu coração guardou as respostas (o meu coração é bem maior que o "sitio das respostas").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando saí, já não consegui deixar sair o que sentia, mas sabia que talvez não valesse a pena continuar a tentar erguer o plano com que tinha entrado. Derrepente, fazia sentido esquecer aquele plano e seguir em frente quem sabe com a construção de um outro plano&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Há muito que não sentia esta &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;angústia no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;. O sentimento de um sonho desfeito ali, de forma &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;violenta e desrespeitadora&lt;/span&gt;...Tão dura que adormeci embalada pelas &lt;strong&gt;Lágrimas...Lágrimas de tristeza, Lágrimas de revolta, Lágrimas de injustiça...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lágrimas muitas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noite &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;passou e &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acordei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;triste&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;Triste por ter novamente que escolher, de novo, entre ficar e tentar erguer o plano de sempre ou partir sem saber muito bem o que vem a seguir...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste momento, nada é intacto, tudo aquilo que ontem eram planos, está agora solto em pedaços&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas eu sei que dentro no fundo de mim &lt;strong&gt;há-de mais uma vez nascer uma força que me ajude a encarar&lt;/strong&gt; o &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Futuro&lt;/span&gt; e lutar para ele me &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorria&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fez há um ano atrás&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;P.S. Afinal &lt;strong&gt;é verdade&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;Ser-Humano&lt;/strong&gt; pode ser &lt;strong&gt;genuinamente bom&lt;/strong&gt; mas a sociedade faz de tudo para o &lt;strong&gt;moldar no sentido oposto e às vezes consegue&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-7674086102451685686?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7674086102451685686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=7674086102451685686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7674086102451685686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/7674086102451685686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/gritar-ao-mundo-tirem-me-deste-filme.html' title='Gritar ao Mundo: tirem-me deste filme...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjsS-Z389oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_wks1a5bqpg/s72-c/55898377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-8493134513200015501</id><published>2007-05-02T08:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:16:07.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Há manhãs de rir...Chorar a Rir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjhUIJ389mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2gPeajODal4/s1600-h/home-dummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059886680417039970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjhUIJ389mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2gPeajODal4/s200/home-dummy.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Apesar de os meterologistas nos bridarem com uma previsão de um dia chuvoso para hoje, a verdade é que por volta das 8:10 o &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;brilhavam em Lisboa e até não estava frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sendo eu uma fã incondicional do &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, assim que saí de casa abri o vidro do carro para que os &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raios de Sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me acompanhassem na minha viagem até ao &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glamour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;da Avenida da Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Estava eu tranquilamente parada num semáforo do Saldanha, quando sou abordada por um menino e uma menina - simpáticos por sinal - que traziam consigo o jornal de distribuição gratuita &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Metro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Não sou fã desse jornal, mas por educação não lhes ia fechar o vidro na cara né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Jornal O Metro (JM) -&lt;em&gt; "Bom dia, sabia que o Jornal hoje cheira a rosas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Eu)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Bom dia, não não sabia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(JM)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quer cheirar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Eu) - "&lt;em&gt;Sim já agora, estou curiosa!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(JM) - "&lt;em&gt;Então? Cheira?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Eu) - "&lt;em&gt;Acho que sim!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E a conversa terminou por aqui já que os carros começavam andar após o semáforo ter ficado verde. Mas...Não é que na altura em que eu ia a passar pelo semáforo ele volta a ficar vermelho e eu volto a ter que parar. De novo os senhor d´O Metro...Mas que será que eles querem agora?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;(JM) - &lt;em&gt;"Desculpe, será que podíamos gravar um spot publicitário consigo a cheirar o jornal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Eu) -&lt;em&gt; "Desculpe?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(JM) - "&lt;em&gt;O Jornal hoje tem uma edição especial, cheira a rosas. Estamos a publicitar o &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;swatch especial "Dia da Mãe" &lt;/span&gt;e precisamos de fazer alguns spots com pessoas a cheirar o jornal. Pareceu-nos ser interessante fazer consigo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Eu) - ("mas o sinal não abre p´ra me safar desta!") - "&lt;em&gt;Desculpe, mas não estou interessada. Não certa encontraram outras pessoas de bom grado para fazer isso".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(JM) - "&lt;em&gt;Mas só são dois segundos..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Eu) - (o sinal fica verde mas o trânsito à minha frente está parado; sinal vermelho de novo) - "&lt;em&gt;De qualquer forma, não gosto deste tipo de exposição, prefiro não fazer o spot" &lt;/em&gt; (já começava a pensar em fechar o vidro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(JM) - "&lt;em&gt;Mas olhe que acho que ficava muito bem no spot. Aliás, tem um ar "iluminado" e "fresco" logo de manhã. Combina lindamente com o relógio. Vá não perca esta oportunidade de aparecer nos ecrãs do Metro Canal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Uf! O sinal ficou verde, o trânsito andou e eu livrei me. Mas o que é que ele quis dizer com um &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ar "iluminado e "fresco"?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Já me disseram que tinha ar de muita coisa, mas iluminado e fresco é demais...Uma manhã no seu melhor! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;De rir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;P.S. Não gosto do relógio da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;swatch "Dia da Mãe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o que por si só já é um bom motivo para não fazer o spot :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-8493134513200015501?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8493134513200015501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=8493134513200015501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8493134513200015501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/8493134513200015501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/h-manhs-de-rirchorar-rir.html' title='Há manhãs de rir...Chorar a Rir...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjhUIJ389mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2gPeajODal4/s72-c/home-dummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-3819162835592584226</id><published>2007-04-27T08:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:19:38.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...Sei bem de quê!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjG_y5389lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jK2Crqb9fE4/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058034737763645010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="276" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjG_y5389lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jK2Crqb9fE4/s320/images2.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me ser a tua amiga, Amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tua amiga só, já que não queres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que pelo teu amor seja a melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mais triste de todas as mulheres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que só, de ti, me venha magoa e dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me importa a mim? O que quiseres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sempre um sonho bom! Seja o que for,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bendito sejas tu por mo dizeres!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijá-me as mãos, Amor, devagarinho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se os dois nascessemos irmãos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aves cantando, ao sol, no mesmo ninho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beija-mas bem!... Que fantasia louca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardar assim, fechados, nestas mãos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os beijos que sonhei pra minha boca!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-3819162835592584226?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3819162835592584226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=3819162835592584226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3819162835592584226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/3819162835592584226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudadessei-bem-de-qu.html' title='Saudades...Sei bem de quê!'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjG_y5389lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jK2Crqb9fE4/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-2041359912416573526</id><published>2007-04-26T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:00:19.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora que Abril abriu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjCT_Z389jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S1Q4hbpgqRo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705099023676978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjCT_Z389jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S1Q4hbpgqRo/s320/images.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Agora que já floriu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A esperança na nossa terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As portas que Abril abriu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nunca mais ninguém as cerra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Contra tudo o que era velho levantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como um punho em Maio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Surgiu vermelho o cravo do mês de Junho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quando o povo desfilou nas ruas em procissão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De novo se processou a própria revolução.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eram olhos as balas abraços punhais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;E lanças enamoradas as alas dos soldados e crianças.&lt;br /&gt;E o grito que foi ouvido tantas vezes repetido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      Dizia que o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;povo unido jamais seria vencido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-2041359912416573526?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2041359912416573526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=2041359912416573526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2041359912416573526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2041359912416573526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/agora-que-abril-abriu.html' title='Agora que Abril abriu...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RjCT_Z389jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S1Q4hbpgqRo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6173139810795746041</id><published>2007-04-25T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:42:52.541Z</updated><title type='text'>Em dia da Liberdade o blog não esquece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esta é a madrugada que eu esperava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O dia inicial inteiro e limpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Onde emergimos da noite e do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                         E livres habitamos a substância do tempo                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em dia da Liberdade o DesigualPeople  não esquece e presta aqui a sua homenagem a todos aqueles que, de uma ou de outra forma, contribuíram para que eu tenha crescido num país "livre" e não tenha sentido na pele as práticas da ditadura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Porém, para mim, cada um dos dias em que se comemora um acontecimento passado importante, deve ser aproveitado não só para prestar homenagem a quem para eles contribui mas também para reflectir sobre qual a implicação desse acontecimento para a nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É inegável que a Liberdade foi uma ENORME conquista, oferecendo às gerações que nasceram depois do 25 de Abril de 1974, um país diferente onde tudo em permitido com base no principio da Liberdade responsável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas também lhes deixou uma tarefa: &lt;strong&gt;manter a Liberdade conquistada!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É esse o apelo que vos deixo hoje. Esta nas nossas mãos defender a Liberdade e os Direitos que outros por nos conquistaram. Todos sabemos que diariamente a Liberdade e os Direitos conquistados em Abril de 1974 são postos em causa. Mas ao invés de ignorar, de aceitar, devemos ACTUAR e lutar pela conquista daquilo que nos tentão roubar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se assim não for, o dia de hoje perde muito do seu sentido!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6173139810795746041?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6173139810795746041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6173139810795746041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6173139810795746041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6173139810795746041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/em-dia-da-liberdade-o-blog-no-esquece.html' title='Em dia da Liberdade o blog não esquece...'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-2395111745860705069</id><published>2007-04-23T08:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:58:01.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Balanço de um fim de semana mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Três dias de mudanças! Aqui fica o balanço (&lt;strong&gt;não muito positivo):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Uma ida&lt;/strong&gt; à &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moviflor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que resulta na entrega de um móvel &lt;strong&gt;dia 2 de Maio&lt;/strong&gt; (não havia disponibilidade para mais tarde!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Três idas&lt;/strong&gt; ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;para comprar uns sofás que deviam ser &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;verdes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mas acabaram por ser &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vermelhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(esqueci-me que um deles precisava de um colchão que devia ser comprado à parte; e depois também me esqueci que precisava de uma cobertura);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;3&lt;strong&gt;. Um número infinito de idas&lt;/strong&gt; ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, comprar pregos, cola, madeira, fio eléctrico e sei lá mais o que;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Passeios intermináveis&lt;/strong&gt; nas lojas de&lt;strong&gt; decoração do Colombo&lt;/strong&gt; para encontrar os candeeiros ideias (acabei por encontrar no&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; IKEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dois deles e um no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gato Preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ainda faltam 2);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;5. Transporte dos bens pessoais da casa antiga para a nova casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponto de Situação:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Na nova casa existem caixas por tudo quanto é sítio. Por mais que tenha arrumado aquela casa &lt;strong&gt;quinhentas vezes&lt;/strong&gt; e tenha ido ao &lt;strong&gt;papelão umas mil e quinhentas &lt;/strong&gt;a casa ainda está todo desarrumada...Ainda há pó por tudo lado...Pior ninguém me pode ajudar porque &lt;strong&gt;ninguém&lt;/strong&gt; se conseguia entender no meio daquela &lt;strong&gt;confusão.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Ou seja, depois de &lt;strong&gt;três longos dias passados&lt;/strong&gt; a tentar compor a casa, o meu &lt;strong&gt;desempenho ficou  abaixo do esperado!&lt;/strong&gt; Parece que o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia da Liberdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vai ser passado em casa, espero que desta vez para me &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;de arrumações e limpezas de vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-2395111745860705069?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2395111745860705069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=2395111745860705069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2395111745860705069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/2395111745860705069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/balano-de-um-fim-de-semana-mudanas.html' title='Balanço de um fim de semana mudanças'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-6195337902060191190</id><published>2007-04-15T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:16:59.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos e devaneios sentimentais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Há momentos na vida atribulados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Surgem do nada e nada pudemos fazer para os evitar! Acredito mesmo que surgem por acaso...Na verdade, nesses momentos aprendemos sempre alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando te vi a primeira vez, não pude imaginar que estaria agora a partilhar estes pensamentos. Por tanto, o que senti por ti não foi impulsivo... Foi mais que isso. Se fosse fruto do acaso e da efeméride, certamente que recordaria o primeiro dia, o que pensei quando te vi. Mas não! Não me lembro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;minha recordação da nossa Amizade é feita de momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;, de peças&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;que fomos juntando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cada dia, tu trazias uma peça, a seguir eu colocava outra e pouco a pouco construímos a nossa &lt;strong&gt;Amizade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Houve um momento em que eu deixei de dar o meu contributo para a construção do nosso puzzle. E tu tives te que deixar o puzzle a meio, na verdade sem as minhas peças não podias termina-lo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;E eu, egoistamente, investia todas as minhas peças na construção de um outro puzzle que era o meu coração...Esse puzzle era dificil! Eu não conseguia decidir quais as peças que devia encaixar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Incompatíveis as duas construções?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sim, naquele momento, completamente. Decidi me por reconstruir o antigo. Era arriscado continuar com o "Nosso" porque eu começa a ter vontade de te oferecer peças que não encaixavam no puzzle da nossa &lt;strong&gt;Amizade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Erradamente, não partilhei contigo esse momento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficas-te triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas estives-te lá quando quis explicar-te, ouviste e inevitavelmente, recomeçamos a construção da "Nossa Amizade"!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tu trazias-me caricias, elogios. Acariciavas-me só com o teu olhar, com o teu toque. Enviavas o sms no momento certo... Levantavas-me a auto-estima! E eu derrepente investia tudo no "Nosso Puzzle"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não sabia se te sentia só como amigo, mas isso também não era importante, tinha decidido que ia cuidar da nossa Amizade, para que ela pudesse florescer a cada dia. Para que a cada dia, tu tivesses em mim uma amiga que te ajudasse na conquista da &lt;strong&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De seguida a vida rumou em sentidos diferentes! Vieram as saudades...Estranhava-te...Pensava como ia sentir falta daquela carícia vinda do teu olhar quando me dizias "Bom Dia". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Comecei a conscencializar-me que tu me fazias falta na minha vida...Porque sentir a falta é como sentares ao pé do mar a veres entardecer, a ouvir a voz de quem desejamos e saber que na verdade enquanto estivermos vivos essa pessoa estará connosco...Acredita ja te senti muitas vezes comigo mesmo não estando lá... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso hoje penso: haverá alguma outra faceta mais importante do Amor do que a Amizade?&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não há! Tenho a certeza! Eu quero conservar o puzzle das minhas Amizades, quero que eles cresçam sempre mais. Vou protegê-los! Assim sei que eles vão servir como rede de trapézio para nos segurar quando cairmos na caminhada da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo para te dizer que: onde estiveres, eu estou contigo...Quando precisares chamam-me! Precisas de ajuda? Eu ajudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amigos contem comigo para serem Felizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-6195337902060191190?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6195337902060191190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=6195337902060191190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6195337902060191190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/6195337902060191190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/pensamentos-e-devaneios-sentimentais.html' title='Pensamentos e devaneios sentimentais'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040701213064652474.post-4281916280293018051</id><published>2007-04-15T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:03:02.655Z</updated><title type='text'>A virgindade da Patrícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053670035783830226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RiI-Hz7uStI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3P8F4wUmL2U/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Patrícia o meus pais não me deixam sair esta noite .&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar a estudar algebra e outras coisas que matam o &lt;strong&gt;Amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Patrícia os meus pais não me deixam sair esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vou ficar a estudar algebra e outras coisas que matam o &lt;strong&gt;Amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Juro que amanha eu saiu.&lt;br /&gt;Espera por favor so até amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Juro que amanhã eu saiu.&lt;br /&gt;Espera por favor só até amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Patrícia os meus pais não me deixam sair esta noite.&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar a estudar álgebra e outras coisas q matam o &lt;strong&gt;Amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juro que amanha eu saiu.&lt;br /&gt;Espera por favor só até amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Juro que amanhã eu saiu.&lt;br /&gt;Espera por favor só até amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Patrícia os meus pais não me deixam sair esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar a estudar algebra e outras coisas que matam o &lt;strong&gt;Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Paulo Praça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8040701213064652474-4281916280293018051?l=desigualpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4281916280293018051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8040701213064652474&amp;postID=4281916280293018051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4281916280293018051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8040701213064652474/posts/default/4281916280293018051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desigualpeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/virgindade-da-patrcia.html' title='A virgindade da Patrícia'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03825692422684055038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/R972d7QuaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/tL4zNih3ew4/S220/E192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBH7vbaUqAk/RiI-Hz7uStI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3P8F4wUmL2U/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
