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A tecnologia evolui a um ritmo alucinante e raramente surge uma invenção capaz de revolucionar a forma de viver da Humanidade. No entanto, o rolo de papel higiénico sem o tubo de cartão é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Portugal terá de esperar pelas vendas nos EUA até ter acesso ao papel higiénico sem o tubo de cartão &lt;/div&gt;
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Kimberly-Clark , a produtora norte-americana de papel higiénico vai, a partir de hoje, começar a vender rolos de papel higiénico sem o tubo central.&lt;/div&gt;
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A forma, a cor e a textura serão as mesmas. Mas agora sem o pequeno pedaço de cartão no meio, esta empresa assegura que reinventou o rolo de papel higiénico.&lt;/div&gt;
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Esta nova gama de produtos, o papel "Scott", estará disponível nas lojas Wallmart e Sam's Clubs no nordeste dos EUA. Se tiver sucesso, este produto irá expandir-se a nível nacional e se vender bem nos EUA será exportado, já que este mercado, até agora estagnado, gera cerca de nove mil milhões de dólares (cerca de 6,5 mil milhões de euros) por ano.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kimberly-Clark, a empresa responsável pelo fabrico de "Scott", explica que apesar do espaço no meio do rolo, agora sem cartão, não ser perfeito, o papel higiénico continuará a poder ser utilizado nos pequenos tubos existentes nos suportes das casas de banho.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas será que é o fim do rolo de cartão? Nos EUA são produzidos anualmente 17 mil milhões deste tipo de cartão, que gera cerca de 72 mil toneladas de lixo. Ou seja, o "Scott" é amigo do ambiente.&lt;/div&gt;
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Doug Daniels, diretor da Kimberly-Clark, contou ao jornal "USA Today" que "não pomos de parte a tecnologia atual mas é um processo especial à base de vento. Um processo similar é usado em produtos destinados a empresas, mas não a consumidores".&lt;/div&gt;
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Daniels adiantou ainda que se o rolo de papel higiénico não gerar uma revolução, a empresa também pode expandir a tecnologia para as toalhas de papel, concluiu.&lt;/div&gt;
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Estará a humanidade a assistir à melhor invenção a seguir à roda e ao pão em fatias? A empresa Kimberly-Clark até promete que com este papel higiénico, até a última folha será possível de ser usada - sem pedaços de cola agarrados.&lt;/div&gt;
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A história mais comum a respeito do surgimento do papel higiénico, produto essencial para a higiene pessoal de todas as pessoas, relata que algo bem próximo tenha sido criado na China, por volta 875. Antes desse período, as pessoas utilizavam outros artifícios, como folhas de alface, água e até mesmo sabugos de milho. &lt;/div&gt;
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O papel higiénico como conhecemos hoje em dia surgiu em 1857, por meio de Joseph Gayetty, o qual tentou vender o produto em pacotes com folhas separadas. Entretanto, o mesmo foi um desastre de vendas, pois era caro e com poucas folhas. Já em 1879, os irmãos Edward e Clarence Scotts iniciaram um negócio de objetos descartáveis, incluindo um papel muito macio e de fácil desintegração, o que podemos dizer que foi a primeira tentativa bem-sucedida de massificar o uso do papel higiénico.&lt;/div&gt;
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Se puderes &lt;/div&gt;
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Sem angústia &lt;/div&gt;
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E sem pressa. &lt;/div&gt;
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E os passos que deres, &lt;/div&gt;
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Nesse caminho duro &lt;/div&gt;
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Do futuro &lt;/div&gt;
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Dá-os em liberdade. &lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto não alcances &lt;/div&gt;
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Não descanses. &lt;/div&gt;
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De nenhum fruto queiras só metade. &lt;/div&gt;
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E, nunca saciado, &lt;/div&gt;
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Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar. &lt;/div&gt;
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Sempre a sonhar e vendo &lt;/div&gt;
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O logro da aventura. &lt;/div&gt;
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És homem, não te esqueças! &lt;/div&gt;
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Só é tua a loucura &lt;/div&gt;
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Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças… &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Miguel Torga&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/4500889088072594553-4257492430853653866?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/4257492430853653866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2010/12/recomeca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4257492430853653866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4257492430853653866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2010/12/recomeca.html' title='Recomeça….'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-4514119974469708086</id><published>2010-12-21T21:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:17:27.918Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Um Santo E Feliz Natal Para Todos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4X7DYKgrNg/TP_CI5WtAUI/AAAAAAAACJM/yseuhDrxGzs/s1600/Documento.3-p%25C3%25A1gina1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4X7DYKgrNg/TP_CI5WtAUI/AAAAAAAACJM/yseuhDrxGzs/s640/Documento.3-p%25C3%25A1gina1.jpeg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-1963452262871719852?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/1963452262871719852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2010/12/fonte-httpalvarooliveira-poesia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1963452262871719852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1963452262871719852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2010/12/fonte-httpalvarooliveira-poesia.html' title='Natal...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4X7DYKgrNg/TP_CI5WtAUI/AAAAAAAACJM/yseuhDrxGzs/s72-c/Documento.3-p%25C3%25A1gina1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5838707747727174078</id><published>2010-12-08T23:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:17:17.131Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>"Vai Nascer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há no espaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grande harmonia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há música real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No espaço sideral! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há no espaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bela sinfonia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um canto de alegria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É de Deus a autoria! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cantam coros toda a hora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No espaço infinito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cantam pelo espaço fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um cântico tão bonito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cantam porque vai nascer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Verbo encarnado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Homem irá ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O seu Senhor amado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vai nascer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus o Rei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do Amor do Coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Universo canta uno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A mais bela canção! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tocam flautas, tocam sinos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tocam harpas, violinos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vai nascer em Belém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O rei dos meninos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há no céu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma estrela guia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ela chama os reis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para irem ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O rei do amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E da alegria… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um rei vai nascer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O céu o anuncia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Márcia Rosas in&lt;/em&gt; "Poemas Singelos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/index.php?storytopic=66"&gt;http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/index.php?storytopic=66&lt;/a&gt;&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/4500889088072594553-5838707747727174078?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5838707747727174078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2010/12/vai-nascer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5838707747727174078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5838707747727174078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2010/12/vai-nascer.html' title='&quot;Vai Nascer&quot;'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-3489450065593595272</id><published>2010-11-25T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:11:52.132Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabedoria Popular'/><title type='text'>Sabedoria Popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Em Janeiro sobe ao outeiro; se vires verdejar, põe-te a cantar, se vires Sócrates, põe-te a chorar.
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2) Quem vai ao mar avia-se em terra; quem vota Sócrates, mais cedo se enterra.
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3) Sócrates a rir em Janeiro, é sinal de pouco dinheiro.
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4) Quem anda à chuva molha-se; quem vota em Sócrates lixa-se.
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5) Ladrão que rouba a ladrão tem cem anos de perdão; parvo que vota em Sócrates, tem cem anos de aflição.


6) Gaivotas em terra temporal no mar; Sócrates em Belém, o povinho a penar
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7) Há mar e mar, há ir e voltar; vota Sócrates quem se quer afogar.
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8) Março, marçagão, manhã de Inverno tarde de Verão; Sócrates, Soarão, manhã de Inverno tarde de inferno.
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9) Burro carregando livros é um doutor; burro carregando o Sócrates é burro mesmo.
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10) Peixe não puxa carroça; voto em Sócrates, asneira grossa.
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11) Amigo disfarçado, inimigo dobrado; Sócrates empossado, povinho atropelado.
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12) A ocasião faz o ladrão, e de Sócrates um aldrabão.
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13) Antes só que mal acompanhado, ou com Sócrates ao lado.
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14) A fome é o melhor cozinheiro, Sócrates o melhor coveiro.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15) Olhos que não vêem, coração que não sente, mas aturar o Sócrates, não se faz à gente.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16) Boda molhada, boda abençoada; Sócrates eleito, pesadelo perfeito.
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17) Casa roubada, trancas na porta; Sócrates eleito, ervas na horta.
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18) Com Sócrates e bolos se enganam os tolos.
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&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A criança, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Toda a criança. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Seja de que raça for, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Seja negra, branca, vermelha, amarela, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Seja rapariga ou rapaz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Fale que língua falar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Acredite no que acreditar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Pense no que pensar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Tenha nascido seja onde for, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ela tem direito… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

II &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

… A pensar para o homem a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

razão primeira da sua luta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

O homem vai proteger a criança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Com leis, ternura, cuidados &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Que a tornem livre, feliz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Quem pode deixar crescer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Livremente o coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E o pensamento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Este nascer e crescer e viver assim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Chama-se dignidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E em dignidade vamos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Querer que a criança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Nasça, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Cresça, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Viva… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



III &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

… E a criança nasce &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E deve ter um nome &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Que deseja o sinal dessa dignidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ao Sol chamamos Sol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E à Vida chamamos Vida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Uma criança terá o seu nome também. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E ela nasce numa terra determinada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Que a deve proteger, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Chamamos Pátria a essa terra, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Mas chamemos-lhes antes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Mundo… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

IV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

… E nesse Mundo ela vai crescer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Já sua mãe teve o direito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A toda a assistência que assegura um nascer perfeito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E, depois, a criança nascida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Depois da hora radial do parto, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A criança deverá receber &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Alimentação &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Casa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Cuidados médicos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

O amor sereno de mãe e pai. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ela vai poder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Rir, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Brincar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Crescer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Aprender a ser feliz… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;





V &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

… Mas há crianças que nascem imperfeitas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

e tudo devemos fazer para que isso não aconteça. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Vamos dar a essas crianças um amor maior ainda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

VI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E a criança nasceu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E vai desabrochar como &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Uma flor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Uma árvore, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Um pássaro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Uma flor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Uma árvore, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Um pássaro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Precisam de amor - a seiva da terra, a luz do Sol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

De quanto amor a criança não precisará? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

De quanta segurança? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Os pais e todo o Mundo que rodeia a criança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Vão participar na aventura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

De uma vida que nasceu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Maravilhosa aventura! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Mas se a criança não tem família? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ela tê-la-á, sempre: numa sociedade justa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Todos terão sua família: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Nunca mais haverá uma criança só, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Infância nunca será solidão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

VII &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E a criança vai aprender a crescer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Todos temos de a ajudar! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Todos! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Os pais, a escola, todos nós! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E vamos ajudá-la a descobrir-se &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A si própria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E os outros. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Descobrir o seu mundo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A sua força, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

O seu amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ela vai aprender a viver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Com ela própria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E com os outros: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Vai aprender a fraternidade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A fazer fraternidade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Isto chama-se educar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Saber isto é aprender a ensinar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

VIII &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Em situação de perigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A criança, mais do que nunca, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Está sempre em primeiro lugar… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Será o Sol que não se apaga &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Com o nosso medo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Com a nossa indeferença: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A criança apaga, por si só, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Medo e indiferença das nossas frontes… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

IX &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A criança é um mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Precioso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Raro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Que ninguém a roube, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A negocie, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A explore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Sob qualquer pretexto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Que ninguém se aproveite &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Do trabalho da criança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Para seu próprio proveito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

São livres e frágeis as suas mãos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Hoje: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Se as não magoarmos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Elas poderão continuar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Livres &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E ser a força do Mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Mesmo que frágeis continuem… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

X &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

A criança deve ser respeitada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Em suma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Na dignidade do seu nascer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Do seu crescer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Do seu viver. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Quem amar verdadeiramente a criança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Não poderá deixar de ser fraterno: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Uma criança não conhece fronteiras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Nem raças, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Nem classes sociais: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ela é o sinal mais vivo do amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Embora, por vezes, nos possa parecer cruel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Frágil e forte, ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ela é sempre a mão da própria vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Que nos estende, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Nos segura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E nos diz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Sê digno de viver! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Olha em frente! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

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Por entre olhares discretos e lágrimas escondidas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Prometemos enquanto crianças &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Nunca esquecer o amor que nos unia… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Oh, eterna ingenuidade de quem vive num mundo de quimera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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Enquanto adultos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Esquecemos a pureza que os nossos corações conservavam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Perdemos a inocência que habitava nossas almas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Desprezámos a maior parte dos ensinamentos que nos transmitiram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Achando conseguir, sozinhos, escolher os caminhos certos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;



Esquecemos que fomos crianças, que ainda somos crianças, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Esquecemo-nos de viver o presente porque não abandonamos o passado,
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Porque pensámos demais no futuro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Hoje, escolho o caminho da felicidade, pois &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Com este corpo de adulto, coabita uma alma de criança, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Uma eterna criança que sempre me lembra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

De nunca parar de sonhar… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Diana &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;strong&gt;Médico americano garante ter encontrado explicação para experiências de quase-morte. Antes de morrer, o cérebro aumenta actividade eléctrica

Sharon Stone teve um derrame cerebral e garante que viu "um grande vórtice de luz branca"

N. tinha 45 anos quando teve um enfarte do miocárdio - "um caso sério", garante. Sentiu-se mal no escritório e foi parar ao Hospital de S. José em menos de nada. Quase 30 anos depois, N. jura a pés juntos que, ainda nessa noite, ligado às máquinas, se sentiu a cair "num poço escuro". E lembra-se de não oferecer resistência depois de ter pensado: "Não importa, já vivi tanto." Até que se lembrou da mulher, que estava grávida - era Maio e o parto estava previsto para Setembro. "Nesse momento tive a certeza de que não me podia deixar ir, porque tinha de ajudar a criar o meu filho", conta. E foi então que ganhou coragem para fazer o percurso inverso, no meio da escuridão: "Comecei a trepar o poço, lentamente." N. sobreviveu.

A ciência nunca encontrou uma explicação para os relatos frequentes de experiências de quase-morte. Mas um médico americano dos Cuidados Intensivos do Hospital da Universidade George Washington, Lakhmir Chawla, garante ter descoberto uma explicação para os misteriosos fenómenos médicos em que os pacientes garantem ter estado perto da morte e relatam sensações como caminhar de encontro a luzes brilhantes, cair em túneis ou flutuar sobre o próprio corpo.

A maioria acredita tratar-se de visões religiosas ou transcendentais que confirmam a existência da vida depois da morte. Errado, garante o estudo do médico, publicado recentemente no "Journal of Palliative Medicine". Afinal, as experiência de quase-morte devem-se a um aumento da energia eléctrica libertada quando o cérebro vai ficando sem oxigénio. "À medida que o fluxo sanguíneo abranda e os níveis de oxigénio diminuem, as células cerebrais disparam um último impulso eléctrico. O fenómeno começa numa parte do cérebro e espalha-se. Isso pode dar às pessoas sensações mentais vívidas", garante o investigador. Se a teoria estiver certa, as experiências de quase-morte terão uma explicação biológica e não metafísica.

O último impulso Para chegar a estas conclusões, Lakhmir Chawla recorreu a electroencefalogramas - que permitem medir a actividade do cérebro - para monitorizar sete doentes terminais. No momento antes da morte, concluiu o estudo, os doentes experimentaram um aumento brusco da actividade cerebral - que dura entre 30 segundos e três minutos. Esta actividade é semelhante à que se verifica em pessoas totalmente conscientes, mesmo que os doentes pareçam estar a dormir e sem pressão sanguínea. Em todos os casos, logo a seguir a morte foi declarada.

Apesar da amostra do estudo parecer reduzida, o médico assegura que já assistiu ao mesmo fenómeno "pelo menos 50 vezes".

Quem volta é mais feliz Outros estudos científicos - como o de um grupo de investigadores holandeses publicado em 2001 na revista de medicina "The Lancet" - mostram que entre 15% a 25% das pessoas que passaram por paragens cardíacas e morte clínica fazem relatos lúcidos, com processos de pensamento bem estruturados, raciocínios claros, memórias e muitas vezes uma reconstrução detalhada dos acontecimentos durante o encontro com a morte.

No Reino Unido, vários médicos e cientistas juntaram-se para formar o projecto "Consciência durante a ressuscitação", comandado por Sam Parnia, médico e investigador da Faculdade de Medicina da Universidade de Southampton. O estudo de Lakmir Chawla, dizem, é "interessante". Mas, mesmo assim, o grupo inglês acolhe as conclusões com reservas, com o argumento de que não há nenhuma prova de que a actividade eléctrica a que o médico americano se refere esteja ligada às experiências de proximidade com a morte. "Uma vez que todos os pacientes morreram, não podemos dizer o que experimentaram", defendeu Sam Parnia, em declarações ao jornal "The Times".

Já o estudo holandês de 2001 chegou a outro dado específico. Os investigadores garantem que quem passa por experiências de quase-morte vê a sua vida transformada "para sempre". 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://admirado.files.wordpress.com/2006/11/amizade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tenho Amigos que não sabem o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quanto são meus amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;devoto e a absoluta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;necessidade que tenho deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nobre do que o amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;eis que permite que o objeto dela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se divida em outros afetos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que não admite a rivalidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E eu poderia suportar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;embora não sem dor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que tivessem morrido todos os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;meus amores, mas enlouqueceria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se morressem todos os meus amigos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;minha vida depende de suas existências ....
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;saber que eles existem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;em frente pela vida.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, porque não os procuro com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quanto gosto deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eles não iriam acreditar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Muitos deles estão ouvindo esta crónica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e não sabem que estão incluídos na
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sagrada relação de meus amigos.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que os adoro, embora não declare e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não os procure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;noto que eles não tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;noção de como me são necessários, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de como são indispensáveis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ao meu equilíbrio vital, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;porque eles fazem parte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;do mundo que eu, tremulamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;construí e se tornaram alicerces do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;meu encanto pela vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se um deles morrer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;eu ficarei torto para um lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;eu rezo pela vida deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E me envergonho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;porque essa minha prece é, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sobre alguns deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;compartilhando daquele prazer ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e me envelhece é que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;roda furiosa da vida não me permite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ter sempre ao meu lado, morando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;comigo, andando comigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;falando comigo, vivendo comigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;todos os meus amigos, e, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;principalmente os que só desconfiam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ou talvez nunca vão saber
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que são meus amigos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SsYeetQ5XKI/AAAAAAAADQo/VHgi88O39uc/s1600-h/PMCalendrierSophieV(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388027517090749602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SsYeetQ5XKI/AAAAAAAADQo/VHgi88O39uc/s320/PMCalendrierSophieV(10).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o décimo mês do ano no calendário gregoriano, tendo a duração de 31 dias. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outubro deve o seu nome à palavra latina octo (oito), dado que era o oitavo mês do calendário romano, que começava em março. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma curiosidade é que outubro começa sempre no mesmo dia da semana que o mês de janeiro, quando o ano não é bissexto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-518743822079215735?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/518743822079215735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/10/outubro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/518743822079215735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/518743822079215735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/10/outubro.html' title='Outubro'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SsYeetQ5XKI/AAAAAAAADQo/VHgi88O39uc/s72-c/PMCalendrierSophieV(10).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-6193054925376589320</id><published>2009-09-25T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:18:21.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedagogia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola da Ponte'/><title type='text'>Muito Interessante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escola_da_Ponte"&gt;Escola da Ponte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-6193054925376589320?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6193054925376589320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/muito-interessante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6193054925376589320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6193054925376589320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/muito-interessante.html' title='Muito Interessante...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-4859642231087386935</id><published>2009-09-22T12:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:54:02.645+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equinócio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outono'/><title type='text'>Equinócio de Setembro: Início do Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://siggiez.com/countdownz/fall/index2.cgi"&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Este ano o Equinócio ocorre no dia 22 de Setembro às 22h19m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este instante marca o início do Outono no Hemisfério Norte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta estação prolonga-se por 89,79 dias até ao próximo Solstício, que ocorre no dia 21 de Dezembro às 17h47m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;em&gt;"Vai-te ao longo da costa discorrendo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
e outra terra acharás de mais verdade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
lá quase junto donde o Sol ardendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
iguala o dia e noite em quantidade.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Lus.,II,63. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Equinócio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;instante em que o Sol, no seu movimento anual aparente, corta o equador celeste. A palavra de origem latina significa "noite igual ao dia", pois nestas datas dia e noite têm igual duração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-4859642231087386935?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/4859642231087386935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/equinocio-de-setembro-inicio-do-outono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4859642231087386935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4859642231087386935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/equinocio-de-setembro-inicio-do-outono.html' title='Equinócio de Setembro: Início do Outono'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-4566966706577636144</id><published>2009-09-21T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:32:42.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antero de Quental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outono'/><title type='text'>Voz de Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Ouve tu, meu cansado coração, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
O que te diz a voz da Natureza: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
— «Mais te valera, nú e sem defesa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Ter nascido em aspérrima soidão, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ter gemido, ainda infante, sobre o chão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Frio e cruel da mais cruel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
deveza, Do que embalar-te a Fada da Beleza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Como embalou, no berço da Ilusão! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Mais valera à tua alma visionária &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Silenciosa e triste ter passado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Por entre o mundo hostil e a turba vária, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

(Sem ver uma só flor, das mil, que amaste) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Com ódio e raiva e dor... que ter sonhado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Os sonhos ideais que tu sonhaste!» — &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antero de Quental, in "Sonetos"&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/4500889088072594553-4566966706577636144?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/4566966706577636144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/voz-de-outono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4566966706577636144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4566966706577636144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/voz-de-outono.html' title='Voz de Outono'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-4493494114372434853</id><published>2009-09-06T16:11:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:32:53.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamster Roborovski - Nimu'/><title type='text'>Novo Residente Cá Em Casa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f8/Roborovski_hamster.jpg/220px-Roborovski_hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f8/Roborovski_hamster.jpg/220px-Roborovski_hamster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... Chama-se &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e é do David.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

É um Hamster Roborovski. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;em&gt;O hamster Roborovski (Phodopus roborovskii) é uma espécie de roedor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;



&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o menor e mais veloz de todos os hamsters e é geralmente mantido como animal de estimação.

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Características&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As características que distinguem os Roborovskis são a parte branca que eles têm no lugar onde seriam as sombrancelhas e a falta de listras no dorso que geralmente se vê nos hamsters anões.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eles vivem em média até três anos e meio de idade – é o máximo que um hamster doméstico vive.

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comportamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Eles são muito curiosos, entretanto facilmente se assustam e se intimidam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São sociáveis e quando socializados desde pequenos dormem juntos em um só lugar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua velocidade os tornam um animal inadequado para crianças, que geralmente gostam de tê-los na mão e afagá-los. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eles são muito apegados ao dono quando são introduzidos desde filhotes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eles têm um bom temperamento e raramente mordem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na medida que crescem até atingirem aproximadamente o tamanho do polegar de um adulto, eles podem facilmente se espremerem entre as as barras da gaiola de um hamster de tamanho comum, logo, necessitam de cuidados especiais no que tange a sua moradia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre pergunte aos vendedores de lojas de animais ou criadores qual a gaiola ideal para mantê-los. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por causa do seu tamanho e de sua velocidade, Roborovskis são melhores para pessoas que preferem olhar a brincar com eles.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Por causa do seu tamanho e características, eles são cômicos quando os observamos em grupos sociais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se mantidos juntos em pares sexuais ou grupos, os Hamsters Roborovski normalmente começam a dar cria na primavera seguinte ao ano em que a fêmea nasceu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As fêmeas em geral ficam estéreis em torno de 24 meses de idade, mas os machos normalmente são férteis a maior parte de suas vidas.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ciclo de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gestação dos Roborovski é de aproximadamente de 23-30 dias. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando nascem mais se asemelham a feijões rosas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em torno de 5-6 dias a pele começa a pigmentar-se e de 6-8 dias os pelos começam a nascer .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em torno de 10-12 dias os filhotes são totalmente cobertos de um curto pêlo e suas pestanas começam o enrijecimento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste momento os filhotes já começam a passear pela gaiola, mas ainda são cegos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As fêmeas os recolhem de volta ao ninho, isto fará com que os filhotes emitam um chiado agudo, mas nada preocupante. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos 14-16 dias de idade os olhos se abrem e seus corpos estão completamente cobertos de pêlo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os filhotes são desmamados e podem ser apartados de suas mães com 4 semanas de idade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se os pais se sentirem ameaçados ou se as crias tiverem um cheiro desconhecido eles têm tendencia a come-los.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso nao mexa nos bebes nem mexa na gaiola ou espreite pelo menos durante 10-15 dias.&lt;/em&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;/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="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phodopus_roborovskii&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/4500889088072594553-4493494114372434853?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/4493494114372434853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/novo-residente-ca-em-casa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4493494114372434853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4493494114372434853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/novo-residente-ca-em-casa.html' title='Novo Residente Cá Em Casa...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2266607256939133997</id><published>2009-09-01T00:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:07:23.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meses do Ano'/><title type='text'>Setembro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SpxkHpBusPI/AAAAAAAADQY/GiXZce3bmAE/s1600-h/PMCalendrierSophieV(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376282137608499442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SpxkHpBusPI/AAAAAAAADQY/GiXZce3bmAE/s320/PMCalendrierSophieV(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


... é o nono mês do ano no Calendário Gregoriano, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tendo a duração de 30 dias. &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;Setembro deve o seu nome à palavra latina &lt;em&gt;septem&lt;/em&gt; (sete), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dado que era o sétimo mês do Calendário Romano, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que começava em Março. &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;Na Grécia Antiga, Setembro chamava-se &lt;em&gt;Boedromion&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/4500889088072594553-2266607256939133997?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2266607256939133997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/setembro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2266607256939133997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2266607256939133997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/09/setembro.html' title='Setembro...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SpxkHpBusPI/AAAAAAAADQY/GiXZce3bmAE/s72-c/PMCalendrierSophieV(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5836085508835646354</id><published>2009-08-29T16:38:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:57:45.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curisodades'/><title type='text'>Aki = Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMFxzD1II/AAAAAAAADPo/DJnVJaJTr58/s1600-h/akix.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375411292393952386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMFxzD1II/AAAAAAAADPo/DJnVJaJTr58/s320/akix.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHUU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = outono &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;aki&lt;/strong&gt; = outono &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplNppf64yI/AAAAAAAADQI/4eNk5a8YZiw/s1600-h/akiguchi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 66px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 40px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375413008153109282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplNppf64yI/AAAAAAAADQI/4eNk5a8YZiw/s320/akiguchi.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akiguchi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
começo do outono


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMYNCYX5I/AAAAAAAADP4/94XpDJKO7kI/s1600-h/shunkasuutoo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 36px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375411608943615890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMYNCYX5I/AAAAAAAADP4/94XpDJKO7kI/s320/shunkasuutoo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shunkashuutoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
primavera, verão, outono, inverno

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMbplew-I/AAAAAAAADQA/2sHuEn2HCHI/s1600-h/shuujitsu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 58px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 31px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375411668146635746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMbplew-I/AAAAAAAADQA/2sHuEn2HCHI/s320/shuujitsu.gif" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shuujitsu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
dia de outono

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 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplN0gpJbTI/AAAAAAAADQQ/6LtAH-lW1Cg/s1600-h/akiame.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 65px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 30px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375413194754452786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplN0gpJbTI/AAAAAAAADQQ/6LtAH-lW1Cg/s320/akiame.gif" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;akiame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chuva outonal

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMRzDmSjI/AAAAAAAADPw/-NA-SRAhT8c/s1600-h/akikaze.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 36px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375411498890185266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMRzDmSjI/AAAAAAAADPw/-NA-SRAhT8c/s320/akikaze.gif" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akikaze &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;vento outonal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-5836085508835646354?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5836085508835646354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/aki-outono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5836085508835646354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5836085508835646354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/aki-outono.html' title='Aki = Outono'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SplMFxzD1II/AAAAAAAADPo/DJnVJaJTr58/s72-c/akix.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-8840972220591024110</id><published>2009-08-28T01:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:30:44.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girassol'/><title type='text'>Oferecendo Girassóis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SpckreBFuCI/AAAAAAAADPg/Qsa9UJKPiQc/s1600-h/as-maos-do-girassol-girassol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374805009500583970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SpckreBFuCI/AAAAAAAADPg/Qsa9UJKPiQc/s320/as-maos-do-girassol-girassol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Girassol representa a força positiva do sol, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transmitindo calor, força e integridade.

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua cor representa felicidade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alegria, orgulho e amizade.&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/4500889088072594553-8840972220591024110?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8840972220591024110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/oferecendo-girassois.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8840972220591024110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8840972220591024110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/oferecendo-girassois.html' title='Oferecendo Girassóis...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SpckreBFuCI/AAAAAAAADPg/Qsa9UJKPiQc/s72-c/as-maos-do-girassol-girassol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-9022310117314654308</id><published>2009-08-23T11:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:11:25.662+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domingo Zen'/><title type='text'>Feliz Domingo... Zen!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Domingo Zen

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxcfwvJsa8w/SleKakcgbpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lfYnjflXd2E/s400/kanjis_ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxcfwvJsa8w/SleKakcgbpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lfYnjflXd2E/s400/kanjis_ME.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisanunes.blogspot.com/2009/07/domingo-zen.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inquietações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-9022310117314654308?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/9022310117314654308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz-domingo-zen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9022310117314654308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9022310117314654308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz-domingo-zen.html' title='Feliz Domingo... Zen!!!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxcfwvJsa8w/SleKakcgbpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lfYnjflXd2E/s72-c/kanjis_ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-3719203877465204760</id><published>2009-08-22T21:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:58:09.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias Cancro'/><title type='text'>Pipocas Evitam Cancro!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tvnet.sapo.pt/fotos/noticias/images_(1)_1250959724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tvnet.sapo.pt/fotos/noticias/images_(1)_1250959724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Comer pipocas não engorda como muitas pessoas podem pensar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As pipocas podem evitar o cancro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;As pipocas podem ajudar a evitar a doença do cancro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta é a conclusão de um estudo realizado por cientistas da Universidade de Scranton, na Pensilvânia, durante a 238ª Reunião da American Chemical Society (ACS), em Washington.&lt;/em&gt;
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As pipocas e os cereais contém "quantidades surpreendentes" de substâncias antioxidantes conhecidas como polifenóis, que têm potencial de diminuir o risco de cancro e doenças cardíacas, normalmente encontradas em frutas e legumes. Os polifenóis são a principal razão pela qual frutas e legumes e alimentos como chocolate, vinho, café e chá tornaram-se conhecidos pelo seu potencial para diminuir o risco de doenças.

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"Os polifenóis emergiram como potencialmente mais importantes. Os cereais matinais, as massas, biscoitos e salgados feitos à base de grãos (como as pipocas) constituem mais de 66 por cento do consumo de grão na dieta norte-americana", revelou o químico Joe Vinson, autor do estudo, citado pelo "Globo". Segundo os cientistas, a quantidade de antioxidantes encontradas em cereais integrais é comparável à encontrada nas frutas e legumes, por grama.
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TVNET&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/4500889088072594553-3719203877465204760?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/3719203877465204760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/pipocas-evitam-cancro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/3719203877465204760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/3719203877465204760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/pipocas-evitam-cancro.html' title='Pipocas Evitam Cancro!!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-6838658008800638160</id><published>2009-08-22T21:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:48:58.332+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morais e Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>Morreu Morais e Castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/adjuntos/102/imagenes/000/069/0000069223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ionline.pt/adjuntos/102/imagenes/000/069/0000069223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O actor Morais e Castro, que em 2006 comemorou 50 anos de carreira, morreu hoje em Lisboa vítima de cancro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

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&lt;em&gt;José Armando Tavares de Morais e Castro nasceu em Lisboa a 30 de Setembro de 1939.
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Actor e encenador, Morais e Castro era também licenciado em Direito pela Universidade de Direito de Lisboa, tendo igualmente exercido a profissão de advogado.
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Foi também dirigente do Partido Comunista Português (PCP).
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Morais e Castro, que era casado com a actriz Linda Silva, estreou-se no palco com o Grupo Cénico do Centro 25 da Mocidade Portuguesa quando ainda era estudante do liceu.
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A sua estreia a nível profissional ocorreu no Teatro do Gerifalto, dirigido por António Manuel Couto Viana, com a peça A Ilha do Tesouro.
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Em 1958 estreou-se na televisão intrepretando O rei veado, de Carlo Gozzi, realizado por Artur Ramos.
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No Teatro do Gerifalto integrou várias peças como O fidalgo aprendiz, de Francisco Manuel de Melo, ou Os velhos não devem namorar, de Afonso Castellau.
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Em 1960, interpretou juntamente com Laura Alves a peça Margarida da Rua e um ano depois estreou-se na encenação, dirigindo O borrão, de Augusto Sobral, no grupo Cénico de Direito, que no mesmo ano foi premiado no Festival de Teatro de Lyon.
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Em 1962 integra o elenco do filme Pássaros de asas cortadas, de Artur Ramos, tendo estado entre 1961 e 1965 no teatro Moderno de Lisboa.
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Nessa companhia fez parte do elenco de várias peças entre as quais O tinteiro, de Carlos Muñiz, e Humilhados e Ofendidos, de Dostoievski, onde obteve grande sucesso.
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Durante a existência do Teatro Moderno de Lisboa, uma companhia fundada sem subsídios e perseguida pela PIDE, contracenou com actores como Carmen Dolores, Armando Cortez, Fernando Gusmão, Armando Caldas, Glicínia Quartin, Paulo Renato, entre outros.
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Em 1968, com Irene Cruz, João Lourenço e Rui Mendes, fundou o Grupo 4, no Teatro Aberto, onde representou vários autores como Peter Weiss, Brecht, Peter Handke e Boris Vian.
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Com o Grupo 4 encenou no Teatro Aberto É preciso continuar, de Luiz Francisco Rebello.
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Em 1985 participa do elenco da comédia Pouco Barulho, com Nicolau Breyner, passando depois pela Companhia Teatral do Chiado.

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aí, ao lado de Mário Viegas, integrou o elenco de À espera de Godot, de Samuel Beckett.
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Em 2004, dirigido por Joaquim Benite, interpretou O fazedor de teatro, de Thomas Bernard, com a Companhia de Teatro de Almada, que lhe valeu a Menção Honrosa Crítica nesse ano.
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Participou ainda nas décadas de 1980 e 1990 em novelas e séries portuguesas de televisão.
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Entre 1996 e 1998 popularizou-se na interpretação do professor em As lições do Tonecas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lusa / SOL&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/4500889088072594553-6838658008800638160?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6838658008800638160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/morreu-morais-e-castro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6838658008800638160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6838658008800638160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/morreu-morais-e-castro.html' title='Morreu Morais e Castro'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-9025945095768229389</id><published>2009-08-22T13:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:27:00.286+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religiões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadão'/><title type='text'>Ramadão: Mês Mais Sagrado Do Islão Começa Esta Sábado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SOO-fcdJhTI/AAAAAAAAGgc/-UYtDtPjp14/s400/HolyRamadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SOO-fcdJhTI/AAAAAAAAGgc/-UYtDtPjp14/s400/HolyRamadan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O mês mais sagrado do Islão, o do Ramadão, inicia-se este sábado, começando para os muçulmanos um período de jejum e reflexão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nono mês do calendário islâmico, o da revelação do Corão, tem início quando se observa a olho nu o aparecimento do quarto crescente da lua, daí a data não ser a mesma em todos os países.&lt;/em&gt;
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Durante o mês do Ramadão os fiéis devem abster-se de beber, comer, fumar ou ter relações sexuais entre o nascer e o pôr-do-sol.
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De acordo com o imã da Mesquita de Lisboa, o xeque David Munir, o objectivo do jejum «é adquirir piedade» e «tranquilidade».
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O jejum é obrigatório para todos os muçulmanos adultos, com excepção dos idosos, mulheres grávidas, doentes e viajantes.
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O jejum do Ramadão - um dos «cinco pilares» do Islão, juntamente com a profissão de fé (chahada), a oração (salat), a esmola (zakat) e a peregrinação (hadj) aos lugares santos de Meca e Medina - termina com a Aid el-Fitr ou «festa da ruptura».
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Segundo dados do Vaticano sobre as várias religiões divulgados em 2008, existem no mundo 1,32 mil milhões de muçulmanos. Em Portugal serão cerca de 45 000.
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diário Digital / Lusa&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/4500889088072594553-9025945095768229389?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/9025945095768229389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadao-mes-mais-sagrado-do-islao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9025945095768229389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9025945095768229389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadao-mes-mais-sagrado-do-islao.html' title='Ramadão: Mês Mais Sagrado Do Islão Começa Esta Sábado'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SOO-fcdJhTI/AAAAAAAAGgc/-UYtDtPjp14/s72-c/HolyRamadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2951825788337959660</id><published>2009-08-22T11:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:03:18.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moda'/><title type='text'>O Campo Está Na Moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O estilo campestre será uma das tendências fortes para a próxima estação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
O ar do campo invadiu os corredores da moda. Na próxima estação veremos por todo o lado tecidos axadrezados, todo o tipo de acessórios revestidos a pelo, malhas grossas, cachecois oversize e lenços com padrões florais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Veja as sugestões do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mulher.sapo.pt/moda-beleza/tendencias-novidades/o-campo-esta-na-moda-1012571.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapo Mulher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; e vá já escolhendo os looks que mais se adequam à sua personalidade.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://maria.co.sapo.pt/gfx/479147.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://maria.co.sapo.pt/gfx/479147.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1- Rip Curl; 2 - Diesel; 3 - Henry Cotton's; 4 - Gerard Darel; 5 - Tiffany &amp;amp; Co;6 - Mango; 7 - Acessorize; 8 - Pepe Jeans&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1- Cortefiel; 2 - Henry Cotton's; 3 - Hoss; 4 - Cortefiel; 5 - Ash; 6 - C&amp;A; 7 - Hoss; 8 - Mango; 9 - Timberland&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 - Pepe Jeans; 2 - Mango; 3 - Cortefiel; 4 - Hoss; 5 - Hoss; 6 - Gerard Darel; 7 - Calzedonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1- Henry Cotton's; 2 - Gant; 3 - Decenio; 4 - Pepe Jeans; 5 - Longchamp; 6 - Accessorize; 7 - Killah; 8 - Patrizia Pepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;a href="http://maria.co.sapo.pt/gfx/479149.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://maria.co.sapo.pt/gfx/479149.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1- Pepe Jeans; 2 - Cortefiel; 3 - El Caballo; 4 - Hoss; 5 - Adidas; 6 - Adidas; 7 - Diesel; 8 - Burberry; 9 - Custo Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 - Rip Curl; 2 - Decenio; 3 - Parfois; 4 - Furla; 5 - Lee; 6 - Parfois; 7 - Hoss; 8 - Ash&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/4500889088072594553-2951825788337959660?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2951825788337959660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-campo-esta-na-moda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2951825788337959660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2951825788337959660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-campo-esta-na-moda.html' title='O Campo Está Na Moda'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-7891744669863967262</id><published>2009-08-21T23:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:57:09.073+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Sonhos De Uma Noite De Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2R3MJ0Y9LVY/R0CV52UL0OI/AAAAAAAADAQ/SX_DK1cSINw/s400/Study_for_The_Quarrel_of_Oberon_and_Titania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2R3MJ0Y9LVY/R0CV52UL0OI/AAAAAAAADAQ/SX_DK1cSINw/s400/Study_for_The_Quarrel_of_Oberon_and_Titania.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Há quem diga que todas as noites são de sonhos.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas há também quem garanta que nem todas,
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;só as de verão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
No fundo, isso não tem importância. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
O que interessa mesmo não é a noite em si,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;são os sonhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Sonhos que o homem sonha sempre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
em todos os lugares, em todas as épocas do ano, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
dormindo ou acordado.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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:85%;"&gt;(Shakespeare, Sonhos de uma noite de verão)&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/4500889088072594553-7891744669863967262?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7891744669863967262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/sonhos-de-uma-noite-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7891744669863967262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7891744669863967262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/sonhos-de-uma-noite-de-verao.html' title='Sonhos De Uma Noite De Verão'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2R3MJ0Y9LVY/R0CV52UL0OI/AAAAAAAADAQ/SX_DK1cSINw/s72-c/Study_for_The_Quarrel_of_Oberon_and_Titania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-3289380738131796175</id><published>2009-08-21T00:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:29:33.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku - Poesia Tradicional Japonesa'/><title type='text'>Brisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAADVqPCAK2iQpfrGgMTMbS0XpfyWO7-jM80Y9AJ_gDb6fC7KSRNpxCCbLGwc0kO7B3KufBwg4oW3acznHe53U5hUAm1T1UKfyoflofaMwfL0PiU63ZdHVXXFb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAADVqPCAK2iQpfrGgMTMbS0XpfyWO7-jM80Y9AJ_gDb6fC7KSRNpxCCbLGwc0kO7B3KufBwg4oW3acznHe53U5hUAm1T1UKfyoflofaMwfL0PiU63ZdHVXXFb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“O haiku é mais do que uma forma de poesia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;é uma forma de ver o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cada haiku capta um momento de experiência; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;um instante em que o simples subitamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;revela a sua natureza interior e nos faz olhar de novo o observado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
a natureza humana, a vida”.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A. C. Missias, biólogo e poeta americano)&lt;/span&gt;
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Basicamente, o haiku define-se como uma forma poética que, quanto à forma, tem três versos curtos e, quanto ao conteúdo, expressa uma percepção da natureza.
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Os três versos (sem rima) apresentam, respectivamente, 5, 7 e 5 sílabas métricas japonesas. A métrica japonesa assenta essencialmente no elemento duração: por exemplo, a palavra Bashô, metricamente tem três sílabas ou unidades de som, porque o /o/ final é longo.
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São dois os elementos de conteúdo, em não mais do que duas frases: uma percepção sensorial (particular e imediata) e uma percepção sugestiva (de maior amplitude circunstancial ou semântica). A separação entre os dois elementos é feita por uma palavra ou sinal gráfico (kireji).
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A percepção sensorial parte de um vocábulo associado a um elemento da natureza e, frequentemente, às estações do ano (Kigo) O kigo representa o aqui e agora que originou uma dada emoção/sugestão.
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Não apresenta objectividade, mas a subjectividade expressa provém sempre de uma objectividade captada pelos sentidos. Uma sensação concreta – visual, auditiva, táctil – permite associações, sentimentos, memórias, o reconhecimento de um conjunto mais amplo em que essa sensação se encaixa.



O kaiku capta o instantâneo, regista, enquadra, presentifica, evoca, emociona... a ligação semântica entre as palavras expostas será sempre feita pelo leitor.
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É, pois, uma forma de poesia breve, depurada, bela, simples e fluente. É uma reacção estética minimalista à crescente consciência humana do caos.
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Exige uma atenção aos mais pequenos eventos da natureza objectiva e imediata; uma permanente atitude de espanto perante o fenómeno da natureza.
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Pressupõe uma relação entre o particular e o geral, entre o mais individualmente percebido e o ritmo cósmico da natureza, entre a efemeridade da sensação e o eco que esta pode despertar na sensibilidade e na memória, promovendo uma união entre o sujeito e o objecto. De referir que, no Oriente, o conceito de união entre o homem e a natureza é diferente do ocidental: o homem também é a natureza, por isso, o conceito de união remete para aquele momento específico em que o homem reconhece essa natureza a que ele também pertence. &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;/div&gt;




&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: http://www.prof2000.pt/users/secjeste/mmanuelr/Index.htm&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/4500889088072594553-7359611999663535716?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7359611999663535716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7359611999663535716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7359611999663535716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6582Jw1Brrc/Rs3PXhx0nEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wg1OrGrxxr0/s72-c/haicai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-3177940904514760929</id><published>2009-08-20T21:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:10:49.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economia'/><title type='text'>Lisboetas Têm De Trabalhar 23 Minutos Para Pagar Um 'Big Mac'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whatyoureallyget.com/Promo_Photos/Big%20Mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.whatyoureallyget.com/Promo_Photos/Big%20Mac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em Toronto, Tóquio e Chicago basta trabalhar 12 minutos para se comprar um Big Mac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em Lisboa, o tempo quase duplica: são precisos 23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ainda assim, estão longe dos 136 minutos de Jacarta, na Indonésia, e dos 158 de Nairobi, no Quénia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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O estudo divulgado ontem pelo banco suíço UBS compara o custo de vida em 73 cidades. Os dados recolhidos ao longo de Março deste ano têm como referência um cabaz de produtos e serviços, sendo alguns dos indicadores um Big Mac, um quilograma de pão e um quilograma de arroz. Pela primeira vez este ano, foi incluído um iPod nano a comprar em qualquer Apple store.
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No campo das tecnologias, a tabela é liderada por Nova Iorque e Zurique, sendo apenas necessárias nove horas, cerca de um dia de trabalho, para ouvir o mp3 soar as primeiras notas. Já em Lisboa, só com 20 horas de trabalho. No outro extremo da tabela encontra-se Mumbai, na Índia, onde um trabalhador precisa de 20 dias de trabalho (de nove horas cada) para conseguir comprar o mesmo produto. É o equivalente a um mês de salário.
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O estudo tem como referência o custo de vida em Nova Iorque, avaliado com 100 pontos. Oslo surge como a cidade mais cara, valendo 112,5 pontos, mais 12 que Nova Iorque. Seguem-se Zurique, Copenhaga e Genebra: os seus residentes pagam cerca de 20% mais que os cidadãos da Europa Ocidental, seja em produtos, serviços ou alojamentos. A Lisboa são atribuídos 74 pontos.
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Relativamente aos salários, em Lisboa recebe-se menos de metade do que em Nova Iorque. São também dos mais baixos da Europa, precedendo apenas os países da Europa de Leste. As cidades contempladas com salários mais elevados são novamente Copenhaga, Zurique, Genebra e Nova Iorque.
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Em termos líquidos, a cidade de Zurique surge isolada na liderança. Por hora, os seus habitantes recebem 22,6 dólares (16 euros). Mais uma vez, os compatriotas de Genebra não ficam longe, com 20,4 dólares/hora (14,4 euros). Na Dinamarca, os 32,8 dólares (23,2 euros) brutos por hora rapidamente se trans- formam em metade: 17,7 dólares (12,5 euros) líquidos. De facto, são os trabalhadores da Europa Ocidental e da América do Norte que têm os salários brutos mais altos, mas também os que deduzem mais impostos.
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Ainda assim, "os redimentos não variam apenas de país para país, mas também entre trabalhadores da mesma cidade", destaca o estudo. Outra variação incide sobre os sectores público e privado, cujas discrepâncias são mais acentuadas em países como o Dubai, nos Emirados Árabes Unidos, e o Qatar. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DN
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um estudo de cientistas europeus usou software de posicionamento global (GPS) para confirmar o mito de que as pessoas acabam por andar em círculos, por muito que queiram caminhar em frente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

O trabalho foi realizado por investigadores do Instituto Max Planck para Cibernética Biológica, da Alemanha, e publicado na edição de hoje da revista Current Biology. "O que descobrimos é que as pessoas andam realmente em círculos", afirmou o principal autor da investigação, Jan Souman.
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O estudo de nove pessoas a caminhar no deserto e numa floresta mostraram que todos tendiam a andar em círculos e/ou a desviar-se de uma linha recta quando nada tinham para os guiar, explicou.
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No deserto, foi dito a duas pessoas para caminharem sempre a direito durante o dia. Neste caso, embora nenhum tenha percorrido um círculo completo, ambos se desviaram de uma linha recta. Outro voluntário caminhou durante a noite, em fase de lua cheia, mas desviou-se várias vezes sempre que o luar era tapado por nuvens e acabou a dirigir-se ao ponto de partida.
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Noutro teste, seis estudantes foram levados para uma floresta grande e plana, tendo-lhes sido pedido para caminharem em linha recta. Quatro deles fizeram o percurso sob céu nublado, com o sol encoberto por árvores ou nuvens. Todos acabaram por andar em círculos apesar de pensarem que seguiam em frente.
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Os outros dois conseguiram andar relativamente a direito, mas porque havia sol, justifica Souman. "As pessoas que caminhavam em círculos na floresta não conseguiam ver o sol", afirmou.
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Todos os nove foram seguidos com GPS, tendo as suas rotas sido mapeadas digitalmente. Como os do deserto, os que caminharam na floresta conseguiram manter-se em linha mais recta quando havia sol descoberto.

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Quanto ao motivo da realização dos estudos, Souman explicou que estes resultados, juntamente com os de futuros testes, servirão para compreender como é que o cérebro humano se serve dos estímulos sensoriais, desde a visão à audição, para ajudar à orientação. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DN&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/4500889088072594553-1954257077460808964?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/1954257077460808964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/confirma-se-as-pessoas-tendem-andar-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1954257077460808964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1954257077460808964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/confirma-se-as-pessoas-tendem-andar-em.html' title='Confirma-se: As Pessoas Tendem A Andar Em Círculos'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2944998406242527904</id><published>2009-08-20T17:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:19:49.611+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://spot.sapo.pt/js/spotQuizResultWidget.js?r=BZ&amp;q=G_K&amp;d=pt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-2944998406242527904?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2944998406242527904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_5438.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2944998406242527904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2944998406242527904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_5438.html' title='...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2618775416202348895</id><published>2009-08-20T16:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:57:02.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Dispersos'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do Dia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"... o melhor sonho é sermos capazes de sonhar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recordar todos aqueles que perderam a vida a ajudar os mais desfavorecidos - é esse o objectivo do Dia Mundial Humanitário. A data assinala-se hoje pela primeira vez, por iniciativa das Nações Unidas, que desta forma presta homenagem a todos os trabalhores humanitários mortos no terreno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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De acordo com dados da Organização das Nações Unidas (ONU), só no ano passado foram mortos 122 trabalhadores humanitários. O número crescente de vítimas tem preocupado a ONU - afinal, é maior o número de trabalhadores humanitários mortos do que o número de vítimas entre os militares da ONU (os chamados "capacetes azuis"). &lt;/div&gt;
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Mobilizados muitas vezes para territórios em clima de guerra para dar apoio às populações, os trabalhadores humanitários têm vindo a ser utilizados como parte da táctica militar. Em países como o Afeganistão, o rapto e o assassinato de voluntários tem sido utilizado pelos talibãs como parte da estratégia de guerrilha.&lt;/div&gt;
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Para combater as estatísticas, as Nações Unidas tomaram então a iniciativa de celebrar o &lt;a href="http://www.un.org/en/events/humanitarianday/2009/"&gt;Dia Mundial Humanitário&lt;/a&gt; a 19 de Agosto - o mesmo dia em que, no ano de 2003, o quartel das Nações Unidas em Bagdade, no Iraque, foi atacado (numa ofensiva que matou 22 trabalhadores humanitários). &lt;/div&gt;
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Num &lt;a href="http://ochaonline.un.org/News/WorldHumanitarianDay/tabid/5677/language/en-US/Default.aspx"&gt;vídeo disponibilizado no site das Nações Unidas&lt;/a&gt;, o Secretário-Geral das Nações Unidas, Ban Ki-Moon, diz que a data visa recordar os "homens e mulheres que, de forma heróica, vindo de países diferentes, partilham uma mesma condição: a crença de que o sofrimento de uma pessoa é responsabilidade de todos". &lt;/div&gt;
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Na sede da ONU, em Nova Iorque, os trabalhadores humanirários mortos vão hoje ser homenageados, numa cerimónia pública onde vão também ser exibidas &lt;a href="http://ochaonline.un.org/News/WorldHumanitarianDay/WHDPhotoExhibition2009/tabid/5687/language/en-US/Default.aspx"&gt;fotografias de alguns dos voluntários&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Sapo Notícias&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/4500889088072594553-9124908364201459464?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/9124908364201459464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-dia-mundial-humanitario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9124908364201459464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9124908364201459464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-dia-mundial-humanitario.html' title='1º Dia Mundial Humanitário'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2669409740249338593</id><published>2009-08-18T19:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:20:14.024+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triplo Salto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nelson Évora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desporto'/><title type='text'>Nélson Évora Perde Título Mundial Para Phillips Idowu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/storage/ng1180233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dn.sapo.pt/storage/ng1180233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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O britânico Phillips Idowu conquistou hoje nos mundiais de atletismo em Berlim o título mundial. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O português &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nélson Évora ficou com a Medalha de Prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enquanto o cubano Alexis Copello obteve o bronze.
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Nélson Évora liderou a prova até ao terceiro ensaio com a marca de 17,54 metros quando o britânico Phillips Idowu fez a marca de 17.73 metros, no terceiro ensaio, e manteve a liderança da prova até ao final.&lt;/div&gt;
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Na eliminatória dos oito melhores classificados, Nélson Évora começou mal a última fase do mundial ao obter o seu segundo ensaio nulo na prova. Phillips Idowu não conseguiu fazer melhor obteve também um ensaio nulo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nélson Évora obteve 17,33 metros no quinto ensaio e manteve o segundo lugar, atrás de Phillips Idowu.&lt;/div&gt;
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O atleta das Bahamas, Leevan Sands, fez a marca de 17,32 metros e subiu ao terceiro lugar, ultrapassando assim o cubano Arnie Girat.&lt;/div&gt;
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O cubano Alexis Copello chegou aos 17.36 metros e ultrapassou Leevan Sands no terceiro lugar.
Leevan Sands ficou de fora do pódio com a marca de 16,99 metros.Alexis Copello garantiu o bronze.&lt;/div&gt;
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Na última tentativa para recuperar a liderança na prova, Nélson Évora não conseguiu bater o inglês e fez a marca de 17,55 metros.&lt;/div&gt;
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Phillips Idowu sagra-se assim campeão mundial de triplo salto.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapo Desporto&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/4500889088072594553-2669409740249338593?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2669409740249338593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/nelson-evora-perde-titulo-mundial-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2669409740249338593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2669409740249338593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/nelson-evora-perde-titulo-mundial-para.html' title='Nélson Évora Perde Título Mundial Para Phillips Idowu'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5631788718984695479</id><published>2009-08-18T18:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:17:54.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saúde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mozart'/><title type='text'>Um Antibiótico Teria Evitado A Morte De Mozart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/storage/ng1180141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dn.sapo.pt/storage/ng1180141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um tratamento com antibióticos, se os houvesse na altura, teria evitado a morte de Mozart, devida, segundo um estudo de investigadores holandeses, a uma infecção bacteriana desencadeada por uma simples dor de garganta, noticia Il tempo online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Segundo o número 18 da revista médica norte-americana Annals of Internal Medicine que publica o estudo citado pelo jornal italiano, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart sucumbiu provavelmente a uma infecção de estreptococos.&lt;/div&gt;
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A investigação publicada na revista chega àquela conclusão baseando-se, não apenas nos sintomas que Mozart apresentava, mas numa análise histórica das causas de morte da população de Viena entre Novembro de 1791 e Janeiro de 1792.&lt;/div&gt;
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Relembra Il Tempo que sobre a morte do genial compositor de "As Bodas de Fígaro" já se disse de tudo, incluindo que ela se deveu a envenenamento (às mãos do rival Antonio Salieri).&lt;/div&gt;
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Além de envenenamento, falou-se também de sífilis, dos efeitos de um tratamento com sais de mercúrio, de febre reumática, de insuficiência renal, de infecção devida a uma sangria, de infecção de larvas devida ao consumo de carne de porco mal cozida (triquinose).&lt;/div&gt;
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Mozart não tinha ainda 35 anos quando adoeceu, a 22 de Novembro, em Viena, dois dias depois da sua última actuação em público. &lt;/div&gt;
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Tinha regressado pouco tempo antes de Praga, concluíra entretanto "A flauta mágica" e começara a compor o "Requiem", que deixaria incompleto. Morreu no dia 5 de Dezembro de 1791.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anos depois, a cunhada do compositor recordaria que o corpo de Mozart inchara e tinha febre alta, pelo que o médico recomendara a aplicação de pachos de água fria. A causa da morte indicada foi "febre e eczema".&lt;/div&gt;
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"Como todos, tomámos em consideração os sintomas, mas também aquilo de que morriam as pessoas em Viena naqueles anos", esclareceu Richard H. C. Zegers, chefe da equipa holandesa responsável pelo estudo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Concretamente, a equipa analisou os registos da morte de 5.011 pessoas com mais de 18 anos, naquele período (Novembro 1791-Janeiro 1792), comparando-os com as causas de morte nos anos precedentes e seguintes, no mesmo período.&lt;/div&gt;
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As causas mais comuns indicadas eram tubercolose, fome, edema (inchaço dos tecidos subcutâneos), problemas gastro-intestinais e doenças vasculares. &lt;/div&gt;
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No inverno de 1791-1792, segundo o estudo citado pelo jornal, registou-se uma maior incidência de edemas, o que faz pensar na epidemia de uma doença infecciosa. Os outros sintomas de Mozart - náusea, dores de costas e edema - são compatíveis com uma infecção de estreptococos.&lt;/div&gt;
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O "streptococcus pyogenes", o mais comum, pode desencadear patologias cutâneas, febre reumática e a glomerulonefrite, uma infecção que afecta os rins e provoca edema. &lt;/div&gt;
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Uma vez que o estreptococo não é resistente ao antibiótico, se este medicamento existisse em vida de Mozart o compositor austríaco teria por certo vivido mais alguns anos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não é só na realidade que se encontram casos da síndrome de Asperger. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Também na ficção foram retratadas personagens que evidenciavam características autistas:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Spock (Caminho das Estrelas); &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lisa Simpson (Os Simpson, na imagem), e &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Bean e Cliff (Cheers, Aquele Bar)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;são alguns exemplos. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spock era uma personagem guiada pela lógica e sistematização, não demonstrando nem tendo interesse em relação a sentimentos. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lisa Simpson é inteligente e boa aluna, mas tem graves dificuldades de relacionamento. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Bean não se sabe comportar com os outros. &lt;/div&gt;
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A síndrome de Asperger tem sido identificada naqueles que são considerados os maiores génios da humanidade. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De Einstein a Newton, de Van Gogh a Bill Gates, a obsessão e isolamento próprios desta doença fez com que estes tivessem sido os melhores nas suas áreas. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Computadores pessoais, filmes e teorias científicas podem ter sido fruto desta síndrome.&lt;/div&gt;
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O comportamento de Bill Gates, dono da Microsoft e inventor do Windows, não passa despercebido nas reuniões: &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balança-se mecanicamente para a frente e para trás na cadeira e faz o mesmo nos aviões. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não gosta de manter contacto olhos nos olhos e tem pouca habilidade social. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estas características são citadas no livro Thinking in Pictures do médico norte-americano Temple Grandin, especialista em síndrome de Asperger, e indicam que Gates sofre da síndrome de Asperger. &lt;/div&gt;
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Este é o nome dado a uma série de problemas que afecta algumas crianças, e também adultos, quando tentam comunicar com os outros. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Focam-se numa área, como matemática ou línguas, e tornam-se obsessivos. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São normalmente inteligentes, mas apesar de dominarem a linguagem e o vocabulário, não os conseguem usar em contexto social.&lt;/div&gt;
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Um dos casos mais extremos de Asperger será o do pintor holandês Vincent Van Gogh. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nascido em 1853, só vendeu um quadro em toda a vida. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em criança gostava de ficar sozinho e tinha dificuldade em relacionar-se. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os acessos de raiva eram frequentes e parecia estar sempre noutro mundo. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só descobriu o talento para a arte aos 27 anos e suicidou-se em 1890 sem ter conseguido cumprir o que se lhe pedia enquanto homem nessa época: constituir família e subsistir sozinho.&lt;/div&gt;
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Albert Einstein só começou a falar aos três anos de idade, mas isso não o impediu de formular a teoria da Relatividade e de se tornar um génio. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A autora Illana Katz, no seu livro In a World of His Own: &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Storybook About Albert Einstein, relata que o alemão "era um solitário sem amigos que tinha receio de multidões". &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até aos sete anos repetia frases para si próprio. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em adulto, as suas aulas eram confusas e absorvia-se tanto nos problemas da física que esquecia o mundo à sua volta. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas Glen Elliott, psiquiatra da Universidade de São Francisco (EUA), nega o autismo do físico:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A impaciência com a lentidão intelectual dos outros, narcisismo e paixão por uma missão de vida pode tornar os indivíduos isolados e de difícil interacção." &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até que, segundo relatos da época, Einstein tinha bom sentido de humor, algo difícil de encontrar em alguém com avançado estado da síndrome de Asperger. &lt;/div&gt;
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O rio de verão — &lt;/div&gt;
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Que alegria atravessá-lo &lt;/div&gt;
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De sandálias à mão. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Buson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Salta uma truta — &lt;/div&gt;
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Movem-se as nuvens &lt;/div&gt;
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No fundo do rio. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Onitsura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;
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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhe para o cuco &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que só canta, canta e voa — &lt;/div&gt;
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Que vida ocupada! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Bashô&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Quietude — &lt;/div&gt;
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O canto das cigarras &lt;/div&gt;
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Penetra nas rochas. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Bashô&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Quão glorioso, &lt;/div&gt;
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Nas folhas verdes, folhas tenras, &lt;/div&gt;
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O brilho do sol! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Bashô&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Abriu-se a papoila &lt;/div&gt;
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E ao vento do mesmo dia &lt;/div&gt;
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Ela veio ao chão. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Shiki&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Apenas &lt;/div&gt;
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Os bastões dos peregrinos — &lt;/div&gt;
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Campo de verão. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Ishû&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Que coisa linda, &lt;/div&gt;
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Agitando o leque branco, &lt;/div&gt;
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É o meu amor. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Buson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Ao fazer a sesta, &lt;/div&gt;
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A mão que segura o leque &lt;/div&gt;
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Pára de se mexer ... &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Taigi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Recolhendo toda &lt;/div&gt;
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A chuva do mês de maio &lt;/div&gt;
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Corre o rio Mogami. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Bashô&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Chuva de verão. &lt;/div&gt;
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Os pingos batem &lt;/div&gt;
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Nas cabeças das carpas. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Shiki &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;
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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Nada indica
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Que ela vá morrer — &lt;/div&gt;
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Canta a cigarra. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Bashô&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&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/4500889088072594553-2511736702682817358?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2511736702682817358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/verao-natsu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2511736702682817358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2511736702682817358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/verao-natsu.html' title='Verão (Natsu)'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-4881994143807901952</id><published>2009-08-17T22:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:51:35.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almeida Garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Nau Catrineta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://zecadanau.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/o-da-nau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://zecadanau.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/o-da-nau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lá vem a Nau Catrineta &lt;/div&gt;
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Que tem muito que contar! &lt;/div&gt;
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Ouvide agora, senhores, &lt;/div&gt;
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Uma história de pasmar. &lt;/div&gt;
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Passava mais de ano e dia &lt;/div&gt;
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Que iam na volta do mar, &lt;/div&gt;
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Já não tinham que comer, &lt;/div&gt;
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Já não tinham que manjar. &lt;/div&gt;
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Deitaram sola de molho &lt;/div&gt;
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Para o outro dia jantar; &lt;/div&gt;
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Mas a sola era tão rija, &lt;/div&gt;
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Que a não puderam tragar. &lt;/div&gt;
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Deitaram sortes à ventura &lt;/div&gt;
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Qual se havia de matar; &lt;/div&gt;
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Logo foi cair a sorte &lt;/div&gt;
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No capitão general. &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Sobe, sobe, marujinho, &lt;/div&gt;
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Àquele mastro real, &lt;/div&gt;
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Vê se vês terras de Espanha, &lt;/div&gt;
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As praias de Portugal!" &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Não vejo terras de Espanha, &lt;/div&gt;
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Nem praias de Portugal; &lt;/div&gt;
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Vejo sete espadas nuas &lt;/div&gt;
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Que estão para te matar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Acima, acima, gageiro, &lt;/div&gt;
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Acima ao tope real! &lt;/div&gt;
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Olha se enxergas Espanha, &lt;/div&gt;
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Areias de Portugal!" &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Alvíssaras, capitão, &lt;/div&gt;
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Meu capitão general! &lt;/div&gt;
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Já vejo terras de Espanha, &lt;/div&gt;
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Areias de Portugal!" &lt;/div&gt;
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Mais enxergo três meninas, &lt;/div&gt;
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Debaixo de um laranjal: &lt;/div&gt;
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Uma sentada a coser, &lt;/div&gt;
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Outra na roca a fiar, &lt;/div&gt;
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A mais formosa de todas &lt;/div&gt;
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Está no meio a chorar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Todas três são minhas filhas, &lt;/div&gt;
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Oh! quem mas dera abraçar! &lt;/div&gt;
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A mais formosa de todas &lt;/div&gt;
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Contigo a hei-se casar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "A vossa filha não quero, &lt;/div&gt;
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Que vos custou a criar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Dar-te-ei tanto dinheiro &lt;/div&gt;
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Que o não possas contar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Não quero o vosso dinheiro &lt;/div&gt;
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Pois vos custou a ganhar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Dou-te o meu cavalo branco,&lt;/div&gt;
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Que nunca houve outro igual." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Guardai o vosso cavalo, &lt;/div&gt;
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Que vos custou a ensinar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Dar-te-ei a Catrineta, &lt;/div&gt;
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Para nela navegar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Não quero a Nau Catrineta, &lt;/div&gt;
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Que a não sei governar." &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Que queres tu, meu gageiro, &lt;/div&gt;
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Que alvíssaras te hei-de dar?" &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Capitão, quero a tua alma, &lt;/div&gt;
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Para comigo a levar!" &lt;/div&gt;
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- "Renego de ti, demónio, &lt;/div&gt;
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Que me estavas a tentar! &lt;/div&gt;
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A minha alma é só de Deus; &lt;/div&gt;
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O corpo dou eu ao mar." &lt;/div&gt;
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Tomou-o um anjo nos braços, &lt;/div&gt;
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Não no deixou afogar. &lt;/div&gt;
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Deu um estouro o demónio, &lt;/div&gt;
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Acalmaram vento e mar; &lt;/div&gt;
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E à noite a Nau Catrineta &lt;/div&gt;
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Estava em terra a varar. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Almeida Garrett, Romanceiro&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/4500889088072594553-4881994143807901952?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/4881994143807901952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/nau-catrineta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4881994143807901952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4881994143807901952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/nau-catrineta.html' title='Nau Catrineta'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-1401229526219572181</id><published>2009-08-17T14:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:28:26.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://spot.sapo.pt/js/spotQuizResultWidget.js?r=CY&amp;q=GXA&amp;d=pt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-1401229526219572181?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/1401229526219572181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1401229526219572181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1401229526219572181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_17.html' title='...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-3519754965542685699</id><published>2009-08-17T11:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:35:09.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias Insólitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acredite Se Quiser'/><title type='text'>Quer Casar Com A Almofada Porque Não Arranja Namorada!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Homem utiliza a mesma almofada desde os 16 anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;


&lt;em&gt;Um nigeriano de 26 anos planeia casar-se com a sua almofada, uma vez que não consegue arranjar uma namorada, noticia o Daily Times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

Okeke Ikechukwu, que tem problemas de gaguez, garante que não consegue aproximar-se das mulheres.
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«Tenho necessidades e já durmo com a mesma almofada desde os 16 anos. Com o tempo, apaixonei-me e pretendo passar o resto da vida com esta almofada. Será a companheira perfeita», disse. &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;in IOL "Acredite Se Quiser"
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Oh! Deus &lt;/div&gt;
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Olha para os meus filhos. &lt;/div&gt;
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Fortifica-os para que cresçam felizes &lt;/div&gt;
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e tenham olhos que lembrem &lt;/div&gt;
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a tranqüilidade de um lago, &lt;/div&gt;
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a firmeza de um rochedo &lt;/div&gt;
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e a luz da esperança. &lt;/div&gt;
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Dá-lhes uma saúde integral, &lt;/div&gt;
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uma inteligência completa &lt;/div&gt;
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e um sentimento vivo. &lt;/div&gt;
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Põe nos seus corações &lt;/div&gt;
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a reverência aos Teus ensinamentos, &lt;/div&gt;
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o respeito aos outros, &lt;/div&gt;
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o amor ao trabalho, &lt;/div&gt;
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a dedicação ao estudo, &lt;/div&gt;
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a candura e a obediência. &lt;/div&gt;
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Para tornar-me digna deles &lt;/div&gt;
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e não lhes transmitir nervosismo, &lt;/div&gt;
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desajuste, tristeza, medo ou maldade, &lt;/div&gt;
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envolve-me em tranqüilidade, equilíbrio, &lt;/div&gt;
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alegria, coragem e bondade. &lt;/div&gt;
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E ensina-me a descobrir &lt;/div&gt;
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as virtudes que eles têm, &lt;/div&gt;
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a elogiá-los sem exageros e &lt;/div&gt;
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a corrigi-los com sabedoria. &lt;/div&gt;
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Em primeiro lugar, pois, &lt;/div&gt;
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modela-me a alma grande e generosa, &lt;/div&gt;
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para amá-los na semelhança do Teu amor. &lt;/div&gt;
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Obrigado! Meu Deus! Obrigado! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;




&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extraído de: Preces do Coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.simplesmentebeijaflor.com/OracaoPelosFilhos.html"&gt;http://www.simplesmentebeijaflor.com/OracaoPelosFilhos.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-5141124468280549236?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5141124468280549236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/oracao-pelos-filhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5141124468280549236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5141124468280549236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/oracao-pelos-filhos.html' title='Oração Pelos Filhos'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-6997418033083991610</id><published>2009-08-16T19:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:56:00.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>100 Coisas Que As Crianças De Agora Nunca Usaram E Desconhecem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aqui vão algumas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;1 - Inserir uma cassete VHS num vídeo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;2 - Ver um filme em Super-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;3 - Ouvir música num walkman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;4 - Ter uma televisão com apenas um canal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;5 - Mudar de canal sem comando de televisão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;20 - Conhecer o barulho infernal de uma impressora de agulhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;21 - Usar disquetes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;32 - Jogar com joysticks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;33 - Ter de apagar documentos para ter espaço no hard drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;71 - Saber de cor números de telefone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais A&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/07/100-things-your-kids-may-never-know-about/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-6997418033083991610?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6997418033083991610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-coisas-que-as-criancas-de-agora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6997418033083991610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6997418033083991610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-coisas-que-as-criancas-de-agora.html' title='100 Coisas Que As Crianças De Agora Nunca Usaram E Desconhecem'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-7016860965059172429</id><published>2009-08-14T17:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:24:06.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Coisas Pouco Importantes E Que Poucos Sabem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;O isqueiro foi inventado antes do fósforo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;A oração &lt;em&gt;"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"&lt;/em&gt; utiliza todas as letras do alfabeto inglês. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;A Coca-Cola era originalmente verde. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;O alfabeto havaiano tem 12 letras. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Número médio de dias que uma alemã passa sem lavar a roupa interior: 7! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;As pessoas inteligentes têm mais zinco e cobre no cabelo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Cada rei das cartas do baralho representa um grande rei da história; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Espadas: Rei David &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Paus: Alexandre O Grande &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Copas: Carlos Magno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ouro: Júlio Cesar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;O olho de uma avestruz é maior que o cérebro humano. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Ao bater com a cabeça na parede, perde 150 Kcal.!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Os humanos e os golfinhos são as únicas espécies que fazem sexo por prazer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;O músculo mais forte do corpo humano é a língua. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Os destros vivem em média 9 anos mais que os canhotos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Os ursos polares são surdos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;No sul do Sudão come-se a &lt;em&gt;Marrara&lt;/em&gt;, um prato de carne crua com urina e bilis como &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;condimentos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;A palavra&lt;em&gt; 'cemitério'&lt;/em&gt; provém do grego 'koimetirion' que significa dormitório. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Un polígono de 56.645 lados chama-se &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pentakismyriohexakisquilioletracosiohexacontapentagonalis.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



Mais &lt;a href="http://primeirobhp.vilabol.uol.com.br/hp7.htm"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-7016860965059172429?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7016860965059172429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/coisas-pouco-importantes-e-que-poucos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7016860965059172429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7016860965059172429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/coisas-pouco-importantes-e-que-poucos.html' title='Coisas Pouco Importantes E Que Poucos Sabem...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2447218161597834098</id><published>2009-08-14T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:50:31.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Capital Solar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://quiz.sapo.pt/quiz/blog/1139679"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-2447218161597834098?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2447218161597834098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/capital-solar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2447218161597834098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2447218161597834098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/capital-solar.html' title='Capital Solar...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2156687314703764702</id><published>2009-08-11T13:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:03:18.852+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verão'/><title type='text'>Coisas de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;O Verão cheira bem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;A trevo e a feno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Se vamos para o campo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Num dia sereno. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



&lt;strong&gt;Se vamos à praia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Cheira a mar e sal, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;E às vezes também &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Há cheiro a pinhal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



&lt;strong&gt;Ouvem-se as cigarras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Pássaros e abelhas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Vêem-se as papoilas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Tão lindas, vermelhas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



&lt;strong&gt;Apanho uma rã, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Saltou-me da mão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;tanta coisa que há &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Para ver no Verão!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



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&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Livro "O Sabichão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/4500889088072594553-2156687314703764702?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2156687314703764702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/coisas-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2156687314703764702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2156687314703764702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/coisas-de-verao.html' title='Coisas de Verão'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-3492896664583487876</id><published>2009-08-10T17:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:45:06.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gelados'/><title type='text'>10 Regras Para Ingerir Gelados De Uma Forma Saudável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imgs.sapo.pt/gfx/427664.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/gfx/427664.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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*Procure ingerir os gelados no final das refeições, preferencialmente depois do almoço &lt;/div&gt;
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*Escolha porções que não ultrapassem um gelado tipo snack ou uma bola &lt;/div&gt;
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*Prefira os gelados de leite ou fruta com mais regularidade &lt;/div&gt;
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*Opte pelos formatos mini se não consegue resistir aos gelados diariamente &lt;/div&gt;
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*Se sofre de diabetes, lembre-se que existem gelados que não têm açúcar &lt;/div&gt;
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*Verifique os rótulos para procurar gelados com 0% de gordura se tem excesso de peso &lt;/div&gt;
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*Se sofre de intolerância à lactose, procure os chamados sorbets, que em vez de leite levam água, ou gelados de leite de soja &lt;/div&gt;
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*Saboreie sempre com calma, deixando derreter antes de engolir &lt;/div&gt;
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*Aprenda a comer. &lt;/div&gt;
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*Seja activa e faça desporto &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Sapo Mulher&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/4500889088072594553-3492896664583487876?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/3492896664583487876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-regras-para-ingerir-gelados-de-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/3492896664583487876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/3492896664583487876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-regras-para-ingerir-gelados-de-uma.html' title='10 Regras Para Ingerir Gelados De Uma Forma Saudável'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-7716026529221407412</id><published>2009-08-10T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:29:43.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Gelados... Sem Culpa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://quiz.sapo.pt/quiz/blog/1133865"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-7716026529221407412?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7716026529221407412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/gelados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7716026529221407412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7716026529221407412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/gelados.html' title='Gelados... 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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O actor Raul Solnado morreu hoje às 10h50 aos 79 anos na sequência da evolução de um quadro clínico Cardio-Vascular grave, informou o hospital de Santa Maria, em Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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A direcção clínica do hospital Santa Maria confirmou, esta manhã, a morte do actor Raul Solnado, na sequência de um quadro clínico cardio-vascular «muito complicado». &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O actor faleceu aos 79 anos. &lt;/div&gt;
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Raul Augusto Almeida Solnado, nasceu a 19 de Outubro de 1929, foi humorista, apresentador de televisão e actor. &lt;/div&gt;
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Até à sua morte foi director da Casa do Artista, sociedade de apoio aos artistas situada em Carnide, Lisboa, que fundou juntamente com Armando Cortez, entre outros. &lt;/div&gt;
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Solnado começou a trabalhar em 1947 no teatro amador, na Guilherme Cossul - uma colectividade que nunca esqueceu. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 1952 estreou-se profissionalmente num show no Maxime e a partir daí não mais parou: opereta, revista, teatro clássico, cinema, televisão. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazendo rir e pensar. &lt;/div&gt;
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O grande salto deu-se na década de 60: o monólogo A Guerra de 1908, estreado em Outubro de 1961, cedo passou a ser a guerra do Solnado. &lt;/div&gt;
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Oito anos mais tarde, em 1969, com Carlos Cruz e Fialho Gouveia apresentou na RTP um programa inovador que se tornou um marco na programação televisiva: o Zip-Zip. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na década de 60 criou de raiz e dirigiu o teatro Villaret. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lusa / SOL&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/4500889088072594553-6881056138284857644?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6881056138284857644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/morreu-raul-solnado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6881056138284857644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6881056138284857644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/morreu-raul-solnado.html' title='Morreu Raul Solnado'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-4908394853182759841</id><published>2009-08-07T19:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:08:43.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Poesia Das Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Nós somos as férias, muito prazer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Nós ressuscitamos a alegria de viver! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Nós somos irmãs do feriado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Que é alegre e animado! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Nossa mãe é a folga cheia de harmonia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Emoção, surpresa e fantasia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Nosso pai é o descanso total, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Fenomenal e especial! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Nós somos as musas do trabalhador, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Que trabalha com suor e ardor ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Nós somos o remédio para o "stress" e para a fadiga... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Para quem está nervoso, somos as melhores amigas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Nós gostamos de uma praia quente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
E de um parque fremente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Nós somos as férias, muito prazer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Nós ressuscitamos a alegria de viver.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luciana do Rocio Mallon&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/4500889088072594553-4908394853182759841?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/4908394853182759841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/poesia-das-ferias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4908394853182759841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4908394853182759841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/poesia-das-ferias.html' title='Poesia Das Férias'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-8994049191079918601</id><published>2009-08-06T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:14:23.322+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Pés...</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://quiz.sapo.pt/quiz/blog/1129429"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-8994049191079918601?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8994049191079918601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/pes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8994049191079918601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8994049191079918601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/pes.html' title='Pés...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2059329271026365028</id><published>2009-08-05T20:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:20:38.346+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunicando Com As/ Os Leitoras/ Leitores'/><title type='text'>Respondendo A Comentários...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://era1xeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria Pereira&lt;/a&gt;







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&lt;a href="http://lusibero.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria Ribeiro&lt;/a&gt;







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Bem hajam!!!



Abraço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-2059329271026365028?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2059329271026365028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/respondendo-comentarios.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2059329271026365028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2059329271026365028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/respondendo-comentarios.html' title='Respondendo A Comentários...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5868346196812598447</id><published>2009-08-05T20:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:39:03.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Dizem Que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

... Eu tenho um excelente vocabulário!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

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&lt;em&gt;"Parabéns! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você está acima da média e prova com isso que é uma pessoa amante da literatura e que domina muito bem a língua portuguesa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pessoas como você se expressam bem em qualquer meio e não têm praticamente dificuldade alguma em entender textos considerados eruditos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continue praticando. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe um dia você não se torna um filólogo?"&lt;/em&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;a href="http://www.interney.net/testes/teste001.php"&gt;Teste Seu Vocabulário.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-5868346196812598447?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5868346196812598447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/dizem-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5868346196812598447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5868346196812598447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/dizem-que.html' title='Dizem Que...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-7941478791208404970</id><published>2009-08-05T19:58:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:21:30.138+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Pais e Filhotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Hoje Convido As Minhas Leitoras Mamãs A Ler.... E Contar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SnnXLHPr3DI/AAAAAAAADOk/QQBSdE9LIMQ/s1600-h/hist.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366557016912026674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SnnXLHPr3DI/AAAAAAAADOk/QQBSdE9LIMQ/s320/hist.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Delicioso!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada, Isabel Stilwell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;História para contar em minuto e meio é para pais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que às vezes não têm mesmo tempo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas é muito mais do que isso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é uma oportunidade de se rir com os seus filhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de cortar com o politicamente correcto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de se juntarem os dois, os três ou os quatro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para virar o mundo de pernas para o ar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por um minuto e meio que seja...&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/4500889088072594553-7941478791208404970?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7941478791208404970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-convido-as-minhas-leitoras-mamas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7941478791208404970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7941478791208404970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-convido-as-minhas-leitoras-mamas.html' title='Hoje Convido As Minhas Leitoras Mamãs A Ler.... E Contar...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SnnXLHPr3DI/AAAAAAAADOk/QQBSdE9LIMQ/s72-c/hist.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-8389807090913549364</id><published>2009-08-05T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:55:07.803+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Feng Shui</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://quiz.sapo.pt/quiz/blog/1128384"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-8389807090913549364?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8389807090913549364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/feng-shui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8389807090913549364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8389807090913549364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/feng-shui.html' title='Feng Shui'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-1944818017616239574</id><published>2009-08-04T15:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:47:49.739+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>Critérios Para (Não) Se Ser Astronauta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.animatoons.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 558px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.animatoons.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mau hálito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é um dos factores que impedem os chineses de se candidatarem ao programa espacial.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Odores corporais intensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; também não entram na nave espacial. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O espaço limitado em que os astronautas se movem leva a que a selecção de candidatos exclua os cheiros menos toleráveis&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Doenças familiares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vão ser analisadas e determinam a selecção dos candidatos. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será negada a ida ao espaço aos chineses que tenham casos de doenças graves até à terceira geração na sua família. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;saúde oral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; também vai ser analisada à lupa. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alergia a medicamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; também não vai ser tolerada. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;micoses e o corrimento nasal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vão também determinar quem fica de fora. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Consentimento da mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim de todos os critérios, quem tem a última palavra é a mulher do astronauta.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in DN Ciência&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/4500889088072594553-1944818017616239574?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/1944818017616239574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/criterios-para-nao-se-ser-astronauta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1944818017616239574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1944818017616239574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/criterios-para-nao-se-ser-astronauta.html' title='Critérios Para (Não) Se Ser Astronauta'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-6616598463886362180</id><published>2009-08-02T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:11:27.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inicio de Semana'/><title type='text'>Em Contagem Decrescente Para Merecidas Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SnYA2ufWA2I/AAAAAAAADOc/D5Xq9BfV6Ss/s1600-h/boasemana0142.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365476946250957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SnYA2ufWA2I/AAAAAAAADOc/D5Xq9BfV6Ss/s320/boasemana0142.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4500889088072594553-6616598463886362180?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6616598463886362180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-contagem-decrescente-para-merecidas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6616598463886362180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6616598463886362180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-contagem-decrescente-para-merecidas.html' title='Em Contagem Decrescente Para Merecidas Férias...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SnYA2ufWA2I/AAAAAAAADOc/D5Xq9BfV6Ss/s72-c/boasemana0142.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-9217698020028798359</id><published>2009-08-01T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:47:16.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agosto'/><title type='text'>Agosto Em Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Por todo o lado há romaria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Por todo o Santo padroeiro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Há nas noites mais alegria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Em cada adro ou terreiro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



Regressa agora o emigrante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Vai para o sul o lisboeta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

E mesmo com sol hesitante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Vai-se a banhos na Fuzeta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



E já não há hora de ponta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Nem filas na avenida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Tudo isto Agosto conta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;



De forma mais descontraída &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Tradição que já remonta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Ao início da minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fonte: SOL Online&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/4500889088072594553-9217698020028798359?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/9217698020028798359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/agosto-em-portugal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9217698020028798359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/9217698020028798359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/08/agosto-em-portugal.html' title='Agosto Em Portugal'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-7632346502605996872</id><published>2009-07-31T12:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:06:39.302+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Agosto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.silvitablanco.com.ar/imagen/preciousmoments/PMCalendrierSophieV(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.silvitablanco.com.ar/imagen/preciousmoments/PMCalendrierSophieV(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do latim &lt;em&gt;Augustus&lt;/em&gt;, é o oitavo mês do calendário gregoriano. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É assim chamado por decreto em honra do imperador César Augusto. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este não queria ficar atrás de Júlio César, em honra de quem foi baptizado o mês de julho, e, portanto, quis que o “seu” mês também tivesse 31 dias. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes dessa mudança, agosto era denominado Sextilis ou Sextil, visto que era o sexto mês no calendário de Rômulo/Rómulo (calendário romano). &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Há quem diga que o mês de Agosto é o mês do &lt;em&gt;"Cachorro Louco",&lt;/em&gt; da "&lt;em&gt;Bruxa na Aviação"&lt;/em&gt; e das fantásticas &lt;em&gt;"Noites de Terror". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talvez por isso Agosto seja o mês com o maior número de simpatias e superstições em todo o mundo.



Foi entre os romanos que o mês de Agosto começou a ser considerado azarento, embora não se saiba exatamente o motivo. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os romanos acreditavam que existia um dragão imenso e terrível, que andava pelo céu cuspindo fogo durante o mês de Agosto. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas depois descobriram que o tal “Dragão” era a constelação de Leão, visível nos céus do hemisfério norte naquele período do ano.

Em Portugal o medo do mês de Agosto surgiu no período das grandes navegações, que duravam muitos meses e até anos. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As mulheres portuguesas não casavam nunca no oitavo mês, porque era nessa época que os navios das expedições saíam à procura de novas terras. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daí, casar em Agosto significava ficar sozinha e às vezes sem lua-de-mel. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algumas até ficavam viúvas.

No Brasil, com a influência dos portugueses, essa crença chegou e espalhou-se. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daí o ditado popular &lt;em&gt;“Casar em Agosto traz desgosto”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dizem também que os cachorros contraem a Raiva neste mês. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daí o nome de &lt;em&gt;“mês do cachorro louco“.&lt;/em&gt;


Os argentinos só lavam o nariz em Agosto.

Na Argentina muitos deixam de lavar a cabeça em Agosto porque acreditam que isso chama a morte. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E na África o dia 24 de Agosto é o chamado “dia em que o Diabo anda solto” – dia de todos os exús.

Em França o mês é maldito pois em 24 de Agosto de 1572 Catarina de Medici ordenou o massacre de São Batolomeu, matando de dezenas de milhares de pessoas.

Na Polónia, em 14 de Agosto de 1831 os polacos foram derrotados pelos russos na Revolta de Varsóvia, que também matou muita gente. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso os polacos não gostam do mês de Agosto.

Em Marrocos, a 14 de Agosto de 1844 a França invadiu o país; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Cambodja, em 11 de Agosto de 1863 a França tomou a nação; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Alemanha, em 3 de Agosto de 1932 Hitler assumiu o governo alemão após a morte de seu antecessor; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na China, em 8 de Agosto de 1937 o Japão invadiu Pequim; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Japão, nos dias 6 e 9 de Agosto de 1945, as cidades de Hiroshima e Nagazaki foram destruídas por bombas atômicas.

Em muitos locais acredita-se que as assombrações, fantasmas que gemem e arrastam correntes, almas penadas que balançam as redes de quem dorme e outras coisas similares acontecem em Agosto, porque este é o mês do frio e da ventania.

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&lt;a id="Hist.C3.B3ria" name="Hist.C3.B3ria"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Conta a história que, no &lt;a title="Século I a.C." href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A9culo_I_a.C."&gt;século I a.C.&lt;/a&gt;, Ana e seu marido, Joaquim, viviam em Nazaré e não tinham filhos, mas rezavam sempre pedindo que o &lt;a title="Deus" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deus"&gt;Senhor&lt;/a&gt; lhes enviasse uma &lt;a title="Criança" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crian%C3%A7a"&gt;criança&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar da idade avançada do casal, um &lt;a title="Anjo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anjo"&gt;anjo&lt;/a&gt; do Senhor apareceu e comunicou que Ana estava grávida, e eles tiveram a graça de ter uma menina abençoada a quem batizaram de &lt;a title="Maria (mãe de Jesus)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_(m%C3%A3e_de_Jesus)"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Santa Ana morreu quando a menina tinha apenas 3 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Devido à sua história, Santa Ana é considerada a padroeira das mulheres grávidas e dos que desejam ter filhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maria cresceu conhecendo e amando a Deus e foi por ele a escolhida para ser Mãe de Seu Filho Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
São Joaquim e Santa Ana são os padroeiros dos avôs e avós.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obtido em "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_dos_Av%C3%B4s_e_das_Av%C3%B3s"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_dos_Av%C3%B4s_e_das_Av%C3%B3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4500889088072594553-2205155499087054754?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2205155499087054754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-dos-avos-26-de-julho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2205155499087054754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2205155499087054754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-dos-avos-26-de-julho.html' title='Dia Dos Avós - 26 de Julho'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-3485273097736102948</id><published>2009-07-22T20:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:35:43.070+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trenguices'/><title type='text'>Procura-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmdpucOQxhI/AAAAAAAADOU/iJZVsiKXTfQ/s1600-h/b6a7d812c8014941c8fe0c3fa0778d48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361370127978776082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmdpucOQxhI/AAAAAAAADOU/iJZVsiKXTfQ/s320/b6a7d812c8014941c8fe0c3fa0778d48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pffff....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-3485273097736102948?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/3485273097736102948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/onde-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/3485273097736102948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/3485273097736102948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/onde-esta.html' title='Procura-se...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmdpucOQxhI/AAAAAAAADOU/iJZVsiKXTfQ/s72-c/b6a7d812c8014941c8fe0c3fa0778d48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-326244391894935106</id><published>2009-07-20T17:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:56:01.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Sou Uma Tartaruga!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmS9uvWD-TI/AAAAAAAADOM/8KxzztWoZvA/s1600-h/tartaruga%2520vsd76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmS9uvWD-TI/AAAAAAAADOM/8KxzztWoZvA/s320/tartaruga%2520vsd76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360618067158366514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este animal é o símbolo da sabedoria. &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei melhor do que ninguém que "devagar se vai ao longe" ...&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(é melhor fazer tudo com calma e direitinho para não tomar o caminho errado... será!?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta forma de encarar a vida permite-me muita experiência, que poderá ser compartilhada com os outros. &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A tartaruga carrega sempre muita bagagem nas costas... &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para Não Esquecer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho a voz do conhecimento(?!?). &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando recolho a cabeça, muitos pensam que é covardia, mas na verdade, é daí que vem todo o meu poder de concentração...&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-326244391894935106?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/326244391894935106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/sou-uma-tartaruga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/326244391894935106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/326244391894935106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/sou-uma-tartaruga.html' title='Sou Uma Tartaruga!!!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmS9uvWD-TI/AAAAAAAADOM/8KxzztWoZvA/s72-c/tartaruga%2520vsd76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-6024975139591804284</id><published>2009-07-19T00:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:43:32.365+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários Família'/><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmJdx7Pd4XI/AAAAAAAADN0/Xi9LfM5uu-Q/s1600-h/mari.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359949618821849458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmJdx7Pd4XI/AAAAAAAADN0/Xi9LfM5uu-Q/s320/mari.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4500889088072594553-6024975139591804284?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6024975139591804284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_4899.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6024975139591804284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6024975139591804284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_4899.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SmJdx7Pd4XI/AAAAAAAADN0/Xi9LfM5uu-Q/s72-c/mari.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-6710340280396083435</id><published>2009-07-14T10:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:33:30.114+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mês de Julho'/><title type='text'>Julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JULHO é o sétimo mês do ano no Calendário Gregoriano e tem a duração de 31 dias.

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O seu nome deve-se ao ditador romano Julius Caesar por ser o mês em que o César nasceu.

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Também foi conhecido como Quintilis em latim, dado que era o quinto mês do Calendário Romano, que começava em Março.


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Em finlandês, o mês chama-se heinäkuu e significa "mês do feno".
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Todos os anos, Julho começa no mesmo dia de semana de Abril. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Nos anos bissextos, Julho começa no mesmo dia de semana de Janeiro.

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A flor de Julho é o nenúfar.

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A pedra de aniversário de Julho é o rubi.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-6710340280396083435?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6710340280396083435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/julho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6710340280396083435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6710340280396083435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/julho.html' title='Julho'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5019259789841050906</id><published>2009-07-11T22:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:38:50.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SlkGY2YLdiI/AAAAAAAADNI/MhukXbVdqpk/s1600-h/BoaNoite67.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357320255717471778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SlkGY2YLdiI/AAAAAAAADNI/MhukXbVdqpk/s320/BoaNoite67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4500889088072594553-5019259789841050906?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5019259789841050906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5019259789841050906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5019259789841050906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SlkGY2YLdiI/AAAAAAAADNI/MhukXbVdqpk/s72-c/BoaNoite67.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5442188496690892269</id><published>2009-07-11T14:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:13:47.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias Cancro'/><title type='text'>Cancro Da Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estudo revela que nem todos os cancros necessitam de tratamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Um terço das mulheres a quem é diagnosticado cancro da mama é submetido a quimioterapia e cirurgias sem necessidade. A conclusão é de um estudo feito pelo Centro Nórdico Cochrane, a partir da análise de casos no Reino Unido, Austrália, Canadá, Noruega e Suécia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
O artigo foi publicado na revista British Medical Journal e garante que nem todos os cancros são fatais. Os cientistas advertem que alguns ficam dormentes ou até regridem, enquanto que outros crescem tão lentamente que o paciente acaba por morrer de outra causa que não o cancro. Como os médicos ainda não conseguem distinguir cada caso, a tendência é receitar o mesmo tratamento para todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Karsten Jorgensen e Peter Gotzsche, autores do estudo, analisaram casos de cancro de mama ao lngo de 14 anos. Concluíram que os médicos cada vez detectam mais casos de cancro, mas, ao mesmo tempo, também cada vez mais receitam tratamentos desnecessários. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Também o cancro da próstata é apontado outro tipo de cancro muitas vezes tratado desnecessariamente. &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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in ionline&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/4500889088072594553-5442188496690892269?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5442188496690892269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/cancro-da-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5442188496690892269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5442188496690892269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/cancro-da-mama.html' title='Cancro Da Mama'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-6358333565250351342</id><published>2009-07-10T19:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:53:00.113+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Afinal, Beber Muita Água Faz Bem Ou Mal? Emagrece Ou Engorda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://quiz.sapo.pt/quiz/blog/1061938"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-6358333565250351342?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6358333565250351342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6358333565250351342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/6358333565250351342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Afinal, Beber Muita Água Faz Bem Ou Mal? Emagrece Ou Engorda?'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2360639656206971452</id><published>2009-07-09T20:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:21:21.381+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventos Cancro'/><title type='text'>Desfile Contra O Cancro No Palácio De São Bento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imgs.sapo.pt/gfx/330736.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/gfx/330736.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dez estilistas criaram acessórios para a cabeça a pensar nos tratamentos de quimio que podem levar à queda de cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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A Assembleia da República promove, hoje,9 de Julho, às 21h30, a iniciativa &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"O Poder da Moda – Contra o Cancro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, em parceria com o Alto Comissariado da Saúde/Coordenação Nacional para as Doenças Oncológicas e que terá lugar no átrio exterior do Palácio de São Bento, em Lisboa.
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A iniciativa, dedicada a todas as portuguesas que têm ou tiveram cancro, tem como objectivo criar acessórios de cabeça concebidos para estas mulheres – em particular para aquelas cujos tratamentos impliquem queda de cabelo –, mas que podem ser usados por todas as mulheres, enquanto acessórios de moda, símbolos de uma luta e gesto de solidariedade.
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A apresentação pública destes acessórios de cabeça será feita num desfile de moda, organizado pela Associação ModaLisboa, mas estão igualmente envolvidas organizações não-governamentais ligadas à causa do cancro da mama, nomeadamente a Associação Laço, a Europa Donna – Portugal e o Movimento Vencer e Viver.
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O compromisso de criação e comercialização dos acessórios de cabeça será objecto de um protocolo a ser assinado entre o Alto Comissariado da Saúde, Associação ModaLisboa e o Portugal Fashion, antes do início do desfile.
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Nesta ocasião, será também lançada uma primeira edição limitada de um lenço, símbolo da acção contra o cancro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-2360639656206971452?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2360639656206971452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/desfile-contra-o-cancro-no-palacio-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2360639656206971452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2360639656206971452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/desfile-contra-o-cancro-no-palacio-de.html' title='Desfile Contra O Cancro No Palácio De São Bento'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-7862395517595193224</id><published>2009-07-08T20:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:19:03.612+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crianças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ajuda Internacional'/><title type='text'>Mais De 75 Mil Crianças Vão Morrer Durante Os 3 Dias Do G8!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/storage/ng1164880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://jn.sapo.pt/storage/ng1164880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Contas feitas pela Organização Não-Governamental "Save the Children", que apela a uma duplicação da ajuda internacional para salvar mais crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Mais de 75 mil crianças vão morrer nos três dias que dura a cimeira dos líderes do G8, entre quarta-feira e sexta-feira em L´Aquila, centro de Itália, argumenta a Save The Children.
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"É inadmissível que 9,2 milhões de crianças ainda morram todos os anos. Mais de 75.000 vão morrer durante a cimeira de três dias" do G8 (Alemanha, Canadá, Estados Unidos, França, Grã-Bretanha, Itália, Japão e Rússia), denunciou Adrian Lovett, responsável pelas campanhas da organização, citado num comunicado.
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Segundo a ONG, "os antigos líderes do G8 fizeram promessas que demasiado frequentemente não foram cumpridas. Este ano, devem mostrar que estão empenhados em salvar as vidas de crianças duplicando a ajuda" para esse efeito até 2012.
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"O G8 e os outros países ricos dão apenas 3,5 milhões de dólares por ano para impedir as crianças de morrer", o que representa "apenas três por cento de ajuda que os países ricos dão aos países em via de desenvolvimento", prosseguiu a organização não governamental.
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"É metade do que é necessário para reduzir substancialmente a mortalidade infantil", denunciou a Save the Children.
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Com as contribuições actuais, os Objectivos do Milénio fixados pelas Nações Unidas para reduzir a mortalidade infantil em dois terços no Mundo, até 2015, não serão atingidos antes de 2045, segundo a Save the Children.
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in JN&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/4500889088072594553-7862395517595193224?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7862395517595193224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-de-75-mil-criancas-vao-morrer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7862395517595193224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7862395517595193224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-de-75-mil-criancas-vao-morrer.html' title='Mais De 75 Mil Crianças Vão Morrer Durante Os 3 Dias Do G8!!!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-1469497087682810136</id><published>2009-07-08T20:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:10:08.110+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acredite Se Quiser'/><title type='text'>Livro Em Papel Higiénico Faz Sucesso!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma ida à casa de banho no Japão, pode tornar-se num momento literário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
A história «Gota», do escritor japonês Koji Suzuki começou a ser comercializada em 88 centímetros de papel higiénico. Correndo o risco de se tornar num êxito de vendas no Japão, a história de terror psicológico é vendida por 1,60€ e repete-se por 34 vezes em cada rolo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

Segundo o jornal espanhol «CincoDias», o Japão tornou-se numa tradição aproveitar o tempo dedicado à casa de banho, aproveitando-o para ler, mais não seja, em rolos de papel higiénico.
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O autor da história «Gota» e de «Anel», afirma que fez um acordo com a empresa de papel higiénico Hayashi Paper, para escrever uma história de terror com duas mil palavras para que esta pudesse ser lida na casa de banho.
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Segundo Suzuki, a casa de banho é um lugar que inspira terror por ser húmido, obscuro e sujo.

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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Portugal Diário (Acredite Se Quiser!)&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/4500889088072594553-1469497087682810136?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/1469497087682810136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/livro-em-papel-higienico-faz-sucesso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1469497087682810136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1469497087682810136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/07/livro-em-papel-higienico-faz-sucesso.html' title='Livro Em Papel Higiénico Faz Sucesso!!!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5968789147399698088</id><published>2009-06-24T19:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:12:36.544+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preservação da Natureza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apelos/ Pedidos de Ajuda'/><title type='text'>Assinem A Petição "Lagoa do Fogo - Basta!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lagoa do Fogo - Ilha de S. Miguel, é, já aqui o disse, um dos meus Paraísos terrestres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso já assinei a petição, estando solidária com o Movimento Cívico "SOS Costa Norte".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assinem Também&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:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peticao.com.pt/lagoa-do-fogo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Obrigada!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-5968789147399698088?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5968789147399698088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/assinem-peticao-lagoa-do-fogo-basta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5968789147399698088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5968789147399698088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/assinem-peticao-lagoa-do-fogo-basta.html' title='Assinem A Petição &quot;Lagoa do Fogo - Basta!&quot;'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-4111899623790909168</id><published>2009-06-24T17:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:59:46.703+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guimarães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Minha Cidade'/><title type='text'>Guimarães, Berço de Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDU4NjA4NjAyOTYmcHQ9MTI*NTg2MDg3NDkyMSZwPTEwMTkxJmQ9c3NfZW1iZWQmZz*yJnQ9Jm89ZTc*NWUxYzcyNTNhNDI3ZWE3YTUyZjhlNTcyMzc4YmQmb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div id="__ss_1626061" style="WIDTH: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a title="Guimaraesportugal" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 12px 0px 3px; FONT: 14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.slideshare.net/filipe1981/guimaraesportugal?type=powerpoint"&gt;Guimaraesportugal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="MARGIN: 0px" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=guimaraesportugal-090623104737-phpapp01&amp;amp;stripped_title=guimaraesportugal"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=guimaraesportugal-090623104737-phpapp01&amp;stripped_title=guimaraesportugal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,arial; HEIGHT: 26px"&gt;View more &lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;OpenOffice presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.slideshare.net/filipe1981"&gt;filipe1981&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

G U I M A R Ã E S &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

Aqui nasceu pequeno, mas pujante,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Um reino d' homens feitos de coragem &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
E que ao crescer, nobreza por linhagem, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Ousou, foi aguerrido, triunfante. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

A Guimarães se vem, como em romagem, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Lembrar, de tempos idos, um Infante, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Que nunca, a qualquer rei, por humilhante, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Cedeu, nem mesmo à mãe, em vassalagem.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

Daqui saiu, num tempo já distante, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Nos rumos do poente e do levante, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Qual génio perseguindo uma miragem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;


E o nome - Afonso Henriques - fez gigante &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Com feitos duma audácia deslumbrante, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Tornando gigantesca a sua imagem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vítor Cintra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
No Livro: MURMÚRIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-4111899623790909168?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/4111899623790909168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/guimaraes-berco-de-portugal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4111899623790909168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/4111899623790909168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/guimaraes-berco-de-portugal.html' title='Guimarães, Berço de Portugal'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-8240265043085781135</id><published>2009-06-24T17:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:06:05.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Meu País'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de Guimarães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Minha Cidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia 1 de Portugal'/><title type='text'>Dia de Guimarães - Dia 1 de Portugal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FipznxB5Rds/SkE2NGSMRrI/AAAAAAAABHM/RhG2qCpKYVQ/s400/DSC07289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FipznxB5Rds/SkE2NGSMRrI/AAAAAAAABHM/RhG2qCpKYVQ/s400/DSC07289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi na Batalha de S. Mamede em Guimarães que Portugal nasceu, em 1128, foi a 24 de Junho, em dia de S. João, o dia primeiro da Nação.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
O título que a Nação plenamente nos confirma é, por todas as razões, o primeiro e mais soberano distintivo que Guimarães coloca sobre o seu peito, e devemos afoitamente dizer que o tem honrado, pela inteligência, pela espada, pelo espírito de constância e a mais viva acção de amor e emoção, em nove gloriosos, por vezes difíceis, e sempre nobilíssimos séculos da vida nacional.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Os Vimaranenses, num espírito inalterável de amor à Pátria e à terra do nascimento de Afonso Henriques e de Portugal, veneram as muralhas deste milenário burgo e continuam a fortalecer os padrões avoengos que se recolhem no coração de todos os filhos de Guimarães. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in &lt;a href="http://ovimaranes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vimaranes&lt;/a&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/4500889088072594553-8240265043085781135?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8240265043085781135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-de-guimaraes-dia-1-de-portugal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8240265043085781135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8240265043085781135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-de-guimaraes-dia-1-de-portugal.html' title='Dia de Guimarães - Dia 1 de Portugal!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FipznxB5Rds/SkE2NGSMRrI/AAAAAAAABHM/RhG2qCpKYVQ/s72-c/DSC07289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-8415549371564026727</id><published>2009-06-24T16:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:05:51.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mamma Mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abba'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WY57jGNCN8Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WY57jGNCN8Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-8415549371564026727?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8415549371564026727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/mamma-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8415549371564026727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8415549371564026727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2418589992457368338</id><published>2009-06-23T20:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:12:29.308+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. João'/><title type='text'>S. João!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aspirinab.weblog.com.pt/Cascata%20de%20S.%20Jo%E3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://aspirinab.weblog.com.pt/Cascata%20de%20S.%20Jo%E3o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
S. João milagroso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
É Santo casamenteiro; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Vamos hoje à sua festa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
A ver quem casa primeiro. &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;

Vamos ver nascer o Sol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Na manhã de S. João, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
E então verás meu Amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Se eu te quero bem ou não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

S. João me prometeu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
De me dar um bom marido; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Vou-lhe lembrar a promessa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Pois o Santo é esquecido. &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;

Ó meu rico S. João, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Casai-me, que bem sabeis; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
O casar é aos quatorze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Eu já tenho dezasseis… &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;

S.João casai-me cedo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Enquanto sou rapariga, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Que o trigo sachado tarde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Não dá palha nem espiga. &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;

Se as silveiras fossem penas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Na noite de S. João, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Quantas coisas escreviam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Essas penas pelo chão… &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;

Se os ramos tivesses língua &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
E uma boca pr’a falar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Dos amores desta noite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Muito tinham que contar. &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;

Não te recordas, Maria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Da noite de S. João? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Tu vias só as estrelas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Eu as areias do chão… &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;

O trevo de quatro folhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Quem o encontrar tem fortuna; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Eu já o encontrei uma vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Não vi fortuna nenhuma. &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;

Vou ao meio deste monte, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Vou colher o rosmaninho; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Pode ser que eu encontre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
O meu amor p’lo caminho, &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;

Ó meu S. João, de Deus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Ouvi-me, que eu sou solteira; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Destinai o meu marido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Nestas folhas de oliveira. &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;

O cravo junto da rosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Mete bonita figura; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
O rapaz sem rapariga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
É como uma noite escura.
&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;
Olha o cravinho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Que atiraste ao S. João; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Caiu lá, tão direitinho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Que par’ceu combinação. &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;

Ó meu rico S. João, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Tenho a boca com água; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Declarai o meu destino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Por quem hei-de ser amada. &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;

Ó meu S. João, de Deus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Amigo da brincadeira, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Destinai minha fortuna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Debaixo da travesseira. &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;

Hei-de levantar-me bem cedo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Na manhã de S. João, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
A ver se a minha alcachofra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Está florida ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-2418589992457368338?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2418589992457368338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/s-joao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2418589992457368338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2418589992457368338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/s-joao.html' title='S. João!!!'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5713547541780367434</id><published>2009-06-16T19:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:51:34.825+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidariedade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancro'/><title type='text'>1ª Edição Da "Corrida Vencer O Cancro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jornaldobarreiro.com.pt/up/L303_H182_UpX17_UpY4_DwX296.95_DwY153_UPLOAD-bin2_imagem_0030354001243505270-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jornaldobarreiro.com.pt/up/L303_H182_UpX17_UpY4_DwX296.95_DwY153_UPLOAD-bin2_imagem_0030354001243505270-49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;em&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;União Humanitária dos Doentes com Cancro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (UHDC) vai realizar no dia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;27 de Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;primeira edição da "Corrida Vencer o Cancro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para assinalar o seu 10.º aniversário, angariar fundos e "mobilizar o país" contra esta doença.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O director da corrida, Luís Lopes, disse hoje à Agência Lusa que "algumas centenas" de pessoas já se inscreveram no evento, que tem como lema "Quanto mais olharmos o cancro de frente mais ele se afasta de nós", sendo o objectivo chegar aos 2500 participantes.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Luís Lopes adiantou que a corrida irá decorrer à noite no Parque das Nações, em Lisboa, e será um evento de solidariedade, não competitivo, que tem como «grande objectivo angariar fundos para a União Humanitária dos Doentes com Cancro», uma associação sem fins lucrativos que sobrevive exclusivamente de donativos.&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: Agência Lusa&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apfertilidade.org/eventos/2009/img/banner-2-caminhada-forum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.apfertilidade.org/eventos/2009/img/banner-2-caminhada-forum.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


No próximo dia 21 de Junho, 10h, a Associação Portuguesa de Fertilidade promove a 2ª Caminhada pela Fertilidade, no Parque da Cidade/Porto, assinalando o Dia Nacional da Fertilidade e o Mês Internacional da Fertilidade. Esta iniciativa, com um percurso de 2km, em por objectivo sensibilizar os cidadãos para os actuais problemas de fertilidade e visa promover a saúde reprodutiva em geral.A todos os participantes será oferecido um Kit-Caminhada, distribuído no local da concentração, onde a APFertilidade manterá uma tenda fixa com actividades recreativas das 10h às 13h. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
A participação na Caminhada é gratuita, mas exige uma inscrição, por razões logísticas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Inscreva-se em http://www.apfertilidade.org/eventos/2009 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-7567190599023462937?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7567190599023462937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-caminhada-pela-fertilidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7567190599023462937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7567190599023462937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-caminhada-pela-fertilidade.html' title='2º Caminhada pela Fertilidade'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-2170813347429068253</id><published>2009-06-11T11:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:39:09.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corpo de Deus'/><title type='text'>Dia Do Corpo De Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hotelportaldasaguas.com.br/eventos/e8a9d2c5e6b266053bf538fbe7c827c9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hotelportaldasaguas.com.br/eventos/e8a9d2c5e6b266053bf538fbe7c827c9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque se celebra o dia do Corpo de Deus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;




&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;




&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;




&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;A Solenidade Litúrgica do Corpo e Sangue de Cristo, conhecida popularmente como "Corpo de Deus", é, de acordo com a lei geral da Igreja, um dos dez dias festivos de preceito.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;O dia do Corpo de Deus é uma exultação popular à Eucaristia, sendo manifestada no 60° dia após a Páscoa e forçosamente uma quinta-feira, fazendo assim a união íntima com a Última Ceia de quinta-feira Santa, daí o seu carácter de feriado móvel.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Começou a ser celebrado há mais de sete séculos e meio, em 1246, na cidade belga de Liège, tendo sido alargada à Igreja universal pelo Papa Urbano IV através da bula "Transiturus", em 1264, dotando-a de missa e ofício próprios.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Chegou a Portugal provavelmente nos finais do século XIII e tomou a denominação de Festa de Corpo de Deus, embora o mistério e a festa da Eucaristia seja o Corpo de Cristo.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;No princípio do sec. XV, com D. João I, a festa do Corpo de Deus era já celebrada com solene procissão, e actualmente inúmeras instituições e comunidades fazem festa com redobrado fervor, incluindo a procissão.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;




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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-2170813347429068253?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/2170813347429068253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-do-corpo-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2170813347429068253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/2170813347429068253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-do-corpo-de-deus.html' title='Dia Do Corpo De Deus'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-1703991759005232822</id><published>2009-06-10T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:02:11.702+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de Portugal de Camões e das Comunidades Portuguesas'/><title type='text'>10 De Junho</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aceav.pt/blogs/alvarinho/Lists/Fotografias/_w/10Junho_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 524px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aceav.pt/blogs/alvarinho/Lists/Fotografias/_w/10Junho_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/Si7ot87H-bI/AAAAAAAADMQ/c19B2ezT37k/s1600-h/logo_10junho09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345465683881228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/Si7ot87H-bI/AAAAAAAADMQ/c19B2ezT37k/s320/logo_10junho09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/Si7ozb1CeGI/AAAAAAAADMY/Do7vBb4cl_I/s1600-h/10Junho2009_BannerSL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345465778076547170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/Si7ozb1CeGI/AAAAAAAADMY/Do7vBb4cl_I/s320/10Junho2009_BannerSL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-1703991759005232822?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/1703991759005232822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-de-junho_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1703991759005232822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/1703991759005232822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-de-junho_10.html' title='10 De Junho'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/Si7ot87H-bI/AAAAAAAADMQ/c19B2ezT37k/s72-c/logo_10junho09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-7725455335371608135</id><published>2009-06-09T20:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:10:59.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de Portugal de Camões e das Comunidades Portuguesas'/><title type='text'>Dia de Portugal no Second Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://estb.msn.com/i/F5/1CD1E6C7431FCF24429127AF29AEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://estb.msn.com/i/F5/1CD1E6C7431FCF24429127AF29AEA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A Presidência da República inaugurou hoje no mundo virtual Second Life o Espaço 10 de Junho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Espaço 10 de Junho da Presidência da República abriu hoje e até ao dia de manhã irá integrar a actuação de um conjunto de artistas portugueses que têm ganho notoriedade no Second Life. &lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;O Espaço 10 de Junho apresenta um cenário de uma ilha em que predomina a ecologia e a harmonia com o ambiente, combinando-se elementos da nossa história e cultura com linhas arquitectónicas futuristas, recriados em 3D e Multimédia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;A Ilha é envolta em espaços verdes e recriações de animais como golfinhos, baleias, pássaros, com os quais será possível interagir de várias formas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;O Espaço está organizado em 5 áreas principais: Auditório Armilar, Exposição "Portugal 12.21 Identidade", Museu da Presidência da República, Miradouro da Poesia e Espaço "Tesouro Passado e Futuro". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Como chegar ao espaço da Presidência da República no Second Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;O Espaço da Presidência no Second Life terá duas entradas: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Se é novo utilizador do Second Life, utilize este link &lt;/em&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;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://registo.portalsecondlifeportugal.com/registo.aspx"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://registo.portalsecondlifeportugal.com/registo.aspx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; para chegar à ilha de acolhimento Tagus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta é a ilha de nascimento em português e nela encontrará todo o apoio necessário para entrar neste mundo virtual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
Se já é utilizador do Second Life, a entrada será efectuada através deste link&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Alma/111/105/803"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://slurl.com/secondlife/Alma/111/105/803&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o levará directamente ao Espaço da Presidência da República &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Em todo o Espaço, haverá um grupo de voluntários constituído por portugueses, residentes nos quatro cantos do mundo, assim como nos países de Língua Oficial Portuguesa que o vão acompanhar, ajudar e explicar aos visitantes os significados do espaço. &lt;/em&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: msn notícias&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/4500889088072594553-7725455335371608135?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7725455335371608135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-de-portugal-no-second-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7725455335371608135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/7725455335371608135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-de-portugal-no-second-life.html' title='Dia de Portugal no Second Life'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-8468298417886629410</id><published>2009-06-09T19:16:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:28:59.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuidados Com O Sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prevenção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teste Saúde/DECO Proteste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Melhor E Mais Barato Protector Solar'/><title type='text'>O Melhor E Mais Barato Protector Solar - Deco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/Storage/ng1081428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sol.sapo.pt/Storage/ng1081428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confira!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

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&lt;em&gt;A DECO testou 12 protectores solares de todos os preços, comprados em supermercados, farmácias e perfumarias. A conclusão revela que o protector solar mais eficaz e seguro é também dos mais baratos
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&lt;em&gt;A Teste Saúde, publicação da Defesa do Consumidor (DECO), explica que os protectores resistem bem às radiações e ao calor, mas sublinha que é preciso renovar a aplicação a cada duas horas e não se expor nas horas de mais calor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


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&lt;em&gt;Além disso, recorda-se que é proibido estar na praia entre as 11h30 e 16h30, mesmo que seja debaixo do toldo ou dentro de água, como explica o dermatologista Luiz Leite à revista. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clique Para Ampliar&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: Teste Saúde/DECO Proteste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in SOL&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/4500889088072594553-8468298417886629410?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8468298417886629410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-melhor-e-mais-barato-protector-solar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8468298417886629410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/8468298417886629410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-melhor-e-mais-barato-protector-solar.html' title='O Melhor E Mais Barato Protector Solar - Deco'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4500889088072594553.post-5352291381678264387</id><published>2009-06-09T17:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:35:39.042+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testes'/><title type='text'>Qual É O Sexo Do Seu Cérebro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/adjuntos/102/imagenes/000/034/0000034977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ionline.pt/adjuntos/102/imagenes/000/034/0000034977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resultado do Meu Teste: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14 Pontos = Cérebro Feminino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Faça Também &lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Revista/Epoca/0,,EMI65446-15224,00-QUAL+E+O+SEXO+DO+SEU+CEREBRO.html"&gt;Este Teste &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4500889088072594553-5352291381678264387?l=estorias-trenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5352291381678264387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/qual-e-o-sexo-do-seu-cerebro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5352291381678264387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4500889088072594553/posts/default/5352291381678264387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estorias-trenga.blogspot.com/2009/06/qual-e-o-sexo-do-seu-cerebro.html' title='Qual É O Sexo Do Seu Cérebro?'/><author><name>Trenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428672665982446259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWzVXBlYtI8/SVVGmc_oy0I/AAAAAAAACy0/Yuufco4j8xs/S220/trenga1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
