<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:58:00.029+01:00</updated><category term='Espinhos'/><category term='Musicais'/><category term='Canção de fazer gelar o coração; a vida assim é outra coisa'/><category term='Arqueologia'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='Filmes da minha vida'/><category term='Museus'/><category term='Marchas'/><category term='Portugueses'/><category term='Design'/><category term='Ler'/><category term='Lisboa'/><category term='Maravilhas'/><category term='Corpo'/><category term='a vida assim é outra coisa'/><category term='What the hell?'/><category term='80´s'/><title type='text'>Ouriça-Cacheira</title><subtitle type='html'>Pode parecer querida mas também têm espinhos!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-3528537706926257971</id><published>2007-12-14T00:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:04:06.122Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Uma questão de timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GNearEuncU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GNearEuncU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan (1976)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5wRW7I4Dqc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5wRW7I4Dqc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns &amp;amp; Roses (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Isto até têm um pouco espirito natalício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-3528537706926257971?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/3528537706926257971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=3528537706926257971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/3528537706926257971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/3528537706926257971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/12/uma-questo-de-timing.html' title='Uma questão de timing'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-1421274362890854246</id><published>2007-12-14T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:51:21.199Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the hell?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espinhos'/><title type='text'>Tratado a metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/R2HTPN27-bI/AAAAAAAAACk/_O1PR5IiEZA/s1600-h/metro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/R2HTPN27-bI/AAAAAAAAACk/_O1PR5IiEZA/s400/metro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143624507805399474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma constituição, aquela compilação de leis básicas ao funcionamento de um Estado, que se queria europeia. Para que fosse implementada a menina tinha que ir a referendo em cada um dos paises. Dois disseram que não e a menina não chegou a nascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surge então uma ideia, quase mágica de tão simples, muda-se o sexo á coisa, de menina constituição passa a menino tratado, e assim já não é preciso um referendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por voltas do destino o menino nasceu hoje em Lisboa, e a Europa não podia estar mais feliz. Mas os mais felizes de todos foram os lisboetas que ao andar de metro "á borla" comentam,&lt;br /&gt;-Hoje não se paga porque o metro faz anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-1421274362890854246?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/1421274362890854246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=1421274362890854246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/1421274362890854246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/1421274362890854246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/12/tratado-metro.html' title='Tratado a metro'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/R2HTPN27-bI/AAAAAAAAACk/_O1PR5IiEZA/s72-c/metro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-4349527419643620321</id><published>2007-12-13T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:47:34.642Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the hell?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De repente, a meio da noite, sozinhos no sofá, com o copo de leite a aquecer as mãos, descobrimos que batemos no fundo, quando estamos a ver a Manuela Moura Guedes a can(ma)tar Jorge Palma numa festa de Natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-4349527419643620321?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/4349527419643620321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=4349527419643620321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/4349527419643620321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/4349527419643620321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/12/de-repente-meio-da-noite-sozinhos-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-6879518144554306582</id><published>2007-12-13T01:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:29:51.204Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80´s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Não sei, mas parece-me melhor que os DZRT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9VHQcLKW3c&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9VHQcLKW3c&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bad - &lt;/span&gt;Michael Jackson (a musica só começa ao minuto 9, mas vale a pena ver de início)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P.s. Filmado por Martin Scorsese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-6879518144554306582?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/6879518144554306582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=6879518144554306582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/6879518144554306582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/6879518144554306582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-sei-mas-parece-me-melhor-que-os-dzrt.html' title='Não sei, mas parece-me melhor que os DZRT'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-2315495956029404263</id><published>2007-12-13T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:12:37.809Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espinhos'/><title type='text'>Rigoletto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/R2CGFN27-aI/AAAAAAAAACc/SPADgcgte6U/s1600-h/rigoletto,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/R2CGFN27-aI/AAAAAAAAACc/SPADgcgte6U/s320/rigoletto,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143258198634658210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perece-me bem falar de ópera, embora para dizer mal ou como se costuma dizer em meios mais populares, fazer queixinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estes dias estreou no São Carlos o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rigoletto &lt;/span&gt;de Verdi.  Esta foi a primeira obra a estrear sob a nova direcção (direção, com acordo ortográfico, porque letras a mais so acrescentam tinta de impressora) escolhida pelo Ministério da Cultura após o despedimento, de forma reles e baixa, do antigo responsavel, que segundo os entendidos fazia um trabalho, se não bom, pelo menos meritório. Ora, segundo o que pude avaliar através das impressões deixadas um pouco por toda a blogosfera, conseguiram assassinar o Verdi e transformar o Rigoletto num filme de terror, com uma encenação deplorável e uma orquestra dirigida de forma medíocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta que fica é esta: até quando vão os governos nomear funcionários por amizade e passar a fazê-lo pela qualidade? É que o dinheiro dos contribuintes não estica, é cada vez menos e financia uma crescente incompetência e ignorância laboral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito isto, para quem apreciar uma crítica construtiva de quem marcou presença:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://portugaldospequeninos.blogspot.com/2007/12/rigoletto-ptio-bagatela.html"&gt;Portugal dos pequeninos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://criticomusical.blogspot.com/2007/12/rigoletto-no-s-carlos-vergonha-continua.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://criticomusical.blogspot.com/2007/12/rigoletto-no-s-carlos-vergonha-continua.html"&gt; Crítico Musical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-2315495956029404263?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/2315495956029404263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=2315495956029404263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/2315495956029404263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/2315495956029404263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/12/rigoletto.html' title='Rigoletto'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/R2CGFN27-aI/AAAAAAAAACc/SPADgcgte6U/s72-c/rigoletto,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-4837798083451890075</id><published>2007-06-19T01:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:12:03.034+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the hell?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marchas'/><title type='text'>Esta chuva fora de tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RncfB3H2X9I/AAAAAAAAABc/DpM3ITp8_kc/s1600-h/fila_caracois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RncfB3H2X9I/AAAAAAAAABc/DpM3ITp8_kc/s400/fila_caracois.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077561221720727506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com chuva,&lt;br /&gt;sem esplanada,&lt;br /&gt;lá se vai a caracolada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-4837798083451890075?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/4837798083451890075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=4837798083451890075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/4837798083451890075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/4837798083451890075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/esta-chuva-fora-de-tempo.html' title='Esta chuva fora de tempo...'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RncfB3H2X9I/AAAAAAAAABc/DpM3ITp8_kc/s72-c/fila_caracois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-4815923394718211546</id><published>2007-06-17T02:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:28:47.772+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Variações sobre um tema</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vl9OKddQBRg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vl9OKddQBRg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate Bush e David Gilmour - Running up that hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HsgjpbBPnQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HsgjpbBPnQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightwish - Running up that hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHXVXG2kXBo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHXVXG2kXBo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placebo - Running up that hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-4815923394718211546?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/4815923394718211546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=4815923394718211546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida assim é outra coisa'/><title type='text'>Sons em Mono</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BZsXVf6INc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BZsXVf6INc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Kate Bush - Running up that hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas às quais volto sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Mono'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-717558947247227964</id><published>2007-06-17T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:16:54.690+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arqueologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maravilhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida assim é outra coisa'/><title type='text'>As minhas 7 maravilhas do mundo - Alhambra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSJT3H2X8I/AAAAAAAAABU/H4OBK94W_lg/s1600-h/Partal%28Alhambra%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSJT3H2X8I/AAAAAAAAABU/H4OBK94W_lg/s400/Partal%28Alhambra%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076833654260785090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Palacio del Portal - o mais antigo palacio do Alhambra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Um complexo palatino magnifico é o testemunho de uma época inimitavél mas que representa uma cultura que para além dos preconceitos é ainda bastante presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Começou a ser construido em 1248, em Granada, mas os seus arquitectos são desconhecidos. Esplendidadamente decorado, com uma arte que resulta de um apurado processo de evolução numa cultura em que não se podiam representar imagens, o complexo foi alvo de várias devastações e actos destruidores por parte dos cristãos que em 1482 conquistaram a cidade de Granada, último reduto da ocupação islâmica na Península Ibérica. No entanto também foi sucessivamente aumentado sucessivamente  até ao inicio do século XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Informação e fotos da bastante útil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alhambra"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSJHXH2X7I/AAAAAAAAABM/VK6ZW37_tnA/s1600-h/alhambra+6.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSJHXH2X7I/AAAAAAAAABM/VK6ZW37_tnA/s400/alhambra+6.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076833439512420274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-717558947247227964?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/717558947247227964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=717558947247227964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/717558947247227964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/717558947247227964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-minhas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo.html' title='As minhas 7 maravilhas do mundo - Alhambra'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSJT3H2X8I/AAAAAAAAABU/H4OBK94W_lg/s72-c/Partal%28Alhambra%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-8982454892957875075</id><published>2007-06-17T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:50:21.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugueses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Goobly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSEd3H2X6I/AAAAAAAAABE/Hiyzn_FdtWc/s1600-h/testuser5_may2007_glass_design_am240507_g_1_dQaiBy_mQaiBy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSEd3H2X6I/AAAAAAAAABE/Hiyzn_FdtWc/s320/testuser5_may2007_glass_design_am240507_g_1_dQaiBy_mQaiBy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076828328501338018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                                            Goobly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma portuguesa digna de nota. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Conceição vence o concurso de design da Bombay Sapphire com um copo designado Goobly. Foi a primeira portuguesa a entrar nos finalistas do concurso. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez se prova que em Portugal há valor, isso do pessimismo português e do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; bota-abaixo&lt;/span&gt; tuga já deveria ter passado á história, em lugar disso deviamos congratularnos por os nossos estarem a dar cartas seja cá dentro ou lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.wallpaper.com/newgallery/17050002/1"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. Informação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.idi-design.ie/news/bombay_2007_02.htm"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;aco lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-8982454892957875075?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/8982454892957875075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=8982454892957875075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/8982454892957875075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/8982454892957875075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/goobly.html' title='Goobly'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnSEd3H2X6I/AAAAAAAAABE/Hiyzn_FdtWc/s72-c/testuser5_may2007_glass_design_am240507_g_1_dQaiBy_mQaiBy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-6823259516175373507</id><published>2007-06-14T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:59:53.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida assim é outra coisa'/><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins - To Sheila</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NclCzP83LY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NclCzP83LY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Esta vai dedicada a todos os que estiveram no Alive 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-6823259516175373507?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/6823259516175373507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=6823259516175373507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/6823259516175373507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/6823259516175373507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/smashing-pumpkins-to-sheila.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins - To Sheila'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-3839685506145347876</id><published>2007-06-14T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:49:31.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugueses'/><title type='text'>O luxo e a elegância de um português no mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnHEn3H2X5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UD2kdACqUis/s1600-h/sala_jantar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnHEn3H2X5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UD2kdACqUis/s320/sala_jantar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076054444114075538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Existe um senhor - Duarte Pinto Coelho - que privou com personalidades mundiais como Coco Chanel, Maria Callas, Onassis e Jackie, os  mais diversos monarcas do mundo, entre outros. Esse homem é decorador. E continua ainda a exercer com afinco a sua profissão sendo também um destacado antiquarista. A sua experiência de vida é fascinante e ouvi-lo deverá ser enriquecedor. Mora em Madrid, mas também já morou em Londres e Paris, no entanto nunca voltou as costas a Portugal. Um português no mundo como se gosta de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eu nada conhecia de Duarte Pinto Coelho antes de ler uma entrevista a si feita por Maria João Avillez na revista Sábado de algumas semanas, mas eu também não me movo nos meios da decoração e do luxo. De qualquer modo fiquei contente em saber que existem algures pessoas, portuguesas, que com descrição fazem do seu trabalho uma arte e são por isso reconhecidas. É importante acarinhar quem nos representa e com certeza Duarte Pinto Coelho foi mais representante de Portugal do que muitos diplomatas pagos pelo Estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A imagem em cima foi retirada do &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.gremioliterario.pt/"&gt;site do Grémio Literário&lt;/a&gt; e ilustra a Sala de Jantar decorada por Duarte Pinto Coelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-3839685506145347876?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/3839685506145347876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O retrato natural de uma vida acabada á espera do fim, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://tristes-topicos.blogspot.com/2007/05/10h09.html"&gt;Tristes Tópicos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-4563091455625860178?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/4563091455625860178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=4563091455625860178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/4563091455625860178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/4563091455625860178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/lr.html' title='A lêr...'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-5631082499078079717</id><published>2007-06-14T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:27:52.769+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arqueologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maravilhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção de fazer gelar o coração; a vida assim é outra coisa'/><title type='text'>As minhas 7 maravilhas do mundo - Petra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFTXHH2X4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Ehm17rQJ1s/s1600-h/404px-Petra_Urnengrab_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFTXHH2X4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Ehm17rQJ1s/s320/404px-Petra_Urnengrab_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075929911537328002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sítio arqueológico situado na Jordânia, a sua construção foi iniciada em 312 a.C. sendo ocupado durante a época romana e período bizantino. A cidade é constituida sobretudo por edifícios escavados na rocha.&lt;br /&gt;Desde 1985 que Petra é Património da Humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Também é muito conhecida por a sua fachada aparecer no filme Indiana Jones e a Grande Cruzada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Informação e imagens  retiradas daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFTMnH2X3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wxjbXm38g80/s1600-h/13.+Petra+Treasury+%28Al-Khazneh%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFTMnH2X3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wxjbXm38g80/s400/13.+Petra+Treasury+%28Al-Khazneh%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075929731148701554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-5631082499078079717?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/5631082499078079717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=5631082499078079717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/5631082499078079717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/5631082499078079717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-minhas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-petra.html' title='As minhas 7 maravilhas do mundo - Petra'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFTXHH2X4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Ehm17rQJ1s/s72-c/404px-Petra_Urnengrab_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-2251963956071246424</id><published>2007-06-14T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:26:36.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the hell?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espinhos'/><title type='text'>Espinhos - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFLjnH2X2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R674e4FpYT4/s1600-h/mi-24_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFLjnH2X2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R674e4FpYT4/s320/mi-24_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075921330192670562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;É sempre bom saber que a Força Aéria e a Sic estão a oferecer viagens nos aviões da primeira. Talvez assim o povo pequeno e contribuinte sinta a utilidade dos seus impostos e os pilotos sempre ganhem mais umas horitas de voo.&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/38522274-2251963956071246424?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/2251963956071246424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=2251963956071246424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/2251963956071246424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/2251963956071246424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/espinhos-3.html' title='Espinhos - 3'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnFLjnH2X2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R674e4FpYT4/s72-c/mi-24_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-3411109608290266629</id><published>2007-06-14T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:32:34.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção de fazer gelar o coração; a vida assim é outra coisa'/><title type='text'>Uma outra forma de dizer que te amo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ku14y9C7_V8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ku14y9C7_V8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o post anterior não me podia esquecer de postar esta musica. Dois diamantes em bruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Este post é dedicado á Carlota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-3411109608290266629?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/3411109608290266629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=3411109608290266629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/3411109608290266629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/3411109608290266629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/uma-outra-forma-de-dizer-que-te-amo.html' title='Uma outra forma de dizer que te amo!'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-11855228925303093</id><published>2007-06-14T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:21:07.533+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes da minha vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicais'/><title type='text'>Musicais - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDL8juJ5uBc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDL8juJ5uBc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é bem um musical. Mas o que é um musical se não um momento em que a musica fala pelas nossas acções e sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Este fui ver sozinha ao cinema. Valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-11855228925303093?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/11855228925303093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=11855228925303093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/11855228925303093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/11855228925303093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/musicais-4.html' title='Musicais - 4'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-1241935061766583131</id><published>2007-06-14T00:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:28:10.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arqueologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museus'/><title type='text'>Histórias da cidade - 3  Arqueologia da cidade de Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCG5nH2X1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DdcW-GjQF0s/s1600-h/romano1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075705104359120722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCG5nH2X1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DdcW-GjQF0s/s320/romano1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde à alguns meses que o Museu da Cidade de Lisboa nos apresenta a exposição "Arqueologia da cidade de Lisboa" cujo objectivo é divulgar as intervenções arqueológicas que se vêm fazendo pela cidade e uma parte dos espólio por elas recolhido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Embora curta a exposição têm um manancial importante de informação que vai desde intervenções feitas na Sé de Lisboa, no Teatro Romano, na Praça da Figueira ou de Camões (esta verdadeiramente impressionante). Muitas das estruturas foram já cobertas por novos equipamentos e só por este meio os lisboetas curiosos ou entusiastas da história terão possibilidade de ver como era a antiga cidade. É também um modo de ver como a arqueologia pode servir aos habitantes, divulgando a sua actividade entre as massas e assim promovendo uma transmissão de conhecimentos sobre o local onde se vive, se trabalha ou se passeia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta Lisboa está cheia de estórias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para mais informações sobre o museu da cidade vejam  &lt;a href="http://www.cm-lisboa.pt/?id_categoria=19"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Museu_da_Cidade_de_Lisboa"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Parece mentira mas não encontrei nenhum site do Museu da Cidade ou da exposição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-1241935061766583131?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/1241935061766583131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=1241935061766583131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/1241935061766583131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/1241935061766583131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/histrias-da-cidade-3-arqueologia-da.html' title='Histórias da cidade - 3  Arqueologia da cidade de Lisboa'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCG5nH2X1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DdcW-GjQF0s/s72-c/romano1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-1491181966387711470</id><published>2007-06-14T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:44:58.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marchas'/><title type='text'>A outra face das marchas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCBTXH2X0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fz9Hap8fAWc/s1600-h/060728_super-bock5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075698949670985538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCBTXH2X0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fz9Hap8fAWc/s400/060728_super-bock5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-1491181966387711470?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/1491181966387711470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=1491181966387711470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/1491181966387711470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/1491181966387711470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/outra-face-das-marchas.html' title='A outra face das marchas'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCBTXH2X0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fz9Hap8fAWc/s72-c/060728_super-bock5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-8129449851028530340</id><published>2007-06-14T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:42:08.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marchas'/><title type='text'>Crónicas da Cidade - 2   A cidade está em festa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCAmnH2XzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oOfPiTnDvdI/s1600-h/3116111-Festivals-Lisbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075698180871839538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCAmnH2XzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oOfPiTnDvdI/s400/3116111-Festivals-Lisbon.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui estamos nós no dia de Santo António. Não se trabalha, não se estuda, as noivas casam, o santo abençoa, as ruas fecham para deixar as marchas passar, o povo sai á rua para as ver e também para comer sardinha (mesmo que seja a dois euros o kilo). Os bairros pululam de gente que por umas horas sente que esta Lisboa é sua e que nela vale a pena viver. Como se esses bairros não fossem do mais pobre que há em Lisboa, mas por estas bandas o pobre parece ser amigo do típipo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Lisboa em festa é assim mesmo, com balões, cantigas e musica. Pena é não haver a Feira Popular onde começavamos sempre a noite com a sardinha assada (menos eu que não gosto de sardinha e me batia desde nova com um saboroso e regular bitoque).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E eles lá estavam na tribuna, a vender sorrisos branqueados ou a comprar votos estupificados?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-8129449851028530340?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/8129449851028530340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=8129449851028530340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/8129449851028530340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/8129449851028530340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/06/crnicas-da-cidade-2-cidade-est-em-festa.html' title='Crónicas da Cidade - 2   A cidade está em festa'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrxxJzSEf7E/RnCAmnH2XzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oOfPiTnDvdI/s72-c/3116111-Festivals-Lisbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116975426984751293</id><published>2007-01-25T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:48:26.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Musicais - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loyjm4SOa0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loyjm4SOa0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monty Python - Life of Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lembram-se??? Para animar a vida de cada um de nós, mesmo nas piores situações(como a de cima)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A falta que eles fazem!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116975426984751293?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116975426984751293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116975426984751293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116975426984751293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116975426984751293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/musicais-3.html' title='Musicais - 3'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116975322861353771</id><published>2007-01-25T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:29:06.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Moedas Visigodas em Território Português</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/928319/moedas%20visigodas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/320/883298/moedas%20visigodas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais vale tarde do que nunca. Embora já tenha visitado a exposição &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moedas Visigodas em Território Português&lt;/span&gt; no final do ano passado chamo a atenção para quem ainda a não tenha visto que pode e deve fazê-lo até dia 26 de Janeiro. Este exposição mostra, para além das referidas moedas visigodas, outros vestígios deste povo que é bastante ignorado pela história de Portugal, mas que teve um papel importantíssimo na constituição daquilo que também é hoje parte da nossa identidade. As moedas deste período são interpretadas como simbolos de afirmação do poder e não como moeda corrente, são por isso bastate diferentes de todas aquelas mais facilmente reconhecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exposição pode ser vista no Museu do Banco de Portugal, junto á saida de Metro dos Anjos. Aproveito para recomendar a visita á exposição permanente que faz a história da moeda em Portugal desde os tempos pré-hístóricos até ao Euro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116975322861353771?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116975322861353771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116975322861353771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116975322861353771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116975322861353771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/moedas-visigodas-em-territrio-portugus.html' title='Moedas Visigodas em Território Português'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116975212625307742</id><published>2007-01-25T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:08:46.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Espinhos - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/262080/5141_Novaimagem_PilhaoSuporte_41890e26ae748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/320/2502/5141_Novaimagem_PilhaoSuporte_41890e26ae748.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem à saída do Metro do Rato estavam a ser distribuídas várias caixinhas de cartão que reproduziam a embalagem do Pilhão, o contentor onde se devem colocar as pilhas para estas serem recicladas. pnso que esta iniciativa tinha por objectivo divulgar a sua existência e tambêm fazer com que, em casa, as pessoas pudessem já colocar as pilhas descarregadas nesse contentor para que depois as colocassem no maior, normalmente localizados em superficies comerciais.&lt;br /&gt;Ora o que me surpreendeu é que uma parte das pessoas que recebiam a falada embalagem davam 3 passos e deityavam-na descaradamente ao chão. Deste modo nem recivlam as pilhas, nem o papel e ainda sujam o chão. A iniciativa é de liuvar mas ainda há um percurso muito grande a ser percorrido para a educação da sociedade. Sim mais uma vez asd coisas em portugal não funconam por uma questão de educação e príncipios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116975212625307742?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116975212625307742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116975212625307742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116975212625307742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116975212625307742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/espinhos-3.html' title='Espinhos - 3'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116900238826324529</id><published>2007-01-17T02:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T02:53:08.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Musicais - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQpRdLkUcB8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQpRdLkUcB8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca - As time goes by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116900238826324529?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116900238826324529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116900238826324529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900238826324529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900238826324529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/musicais-2.html' title='Musicais - 2'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116900140018719953</id><published>2007-01-17T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T02:36:40.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Histórias da Cidade - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Consta que querem fechar o Monumental ao Saldanha para obras. Se for como todas as obras lisboetas vamor ter que nos preparar para pelo menos 5 anos sem a vista do bar do cinema ao fim da tarde. Tiram-nos tudo nesta cidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116900140018719953?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116900140018719953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116900140018719953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900140018719953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900140018719953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/histrias-da-cidade-2.html' title='Histórias da Cidade - 2'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116900095877767910</id><published>2007-01-17T02:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T02:37:23.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Os portugueses a lamentar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Amália, Eusébio, Santo António... Se calhar 10 lugares são insuficientes para todos os grandes portugueses que temos. Até os 100 se revelaram insuficientes (ainda que com alguns estranhos penetras). Mas Vasco da  Gama?? Infante Dom Henrique??? Se os portugueses soubessem alguma coisa da sua (deles) história metia-os na gaveta e nunca mais deles falava. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116900095877767910?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116900095877767910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116900095877767910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900095877767910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900095877767910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/os-portugueses-lamentar.html' title='Os portugueses a lamentar'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116900040400780199</id><published>2007-01-17T02:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:06:39.190Z</updated><title type='text'>O Criacionismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/645122/raio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/642651/raio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Parece-me que todos estamos mais ou menos familiarizados com a teoria de Darwin conhecida como Seleção Natural. A referida teoria baseia-se em investigações científicas realizadas por aquele investigador que o levaram a concluir que o ser humano, tal como todas as outras espécies, tende a evoluir adaptando-se ao meio e deixando para trás (para a extinção) especies que não se adaptaram. Quando a teoria da Seleção Natural foi publicada inumeras foram as pessoas que ridicularizaram os seu autor - o Homem não poderia ser uma evolução de um macaco porque tinha sido criado por deus nosso senhor.&lt;br /&gt;   Com o passar dos anos e com  avançar da investigação cientifica a teoria de Darwin acabaria por vingar. Até aos dias de hoje... é que parece que anda por aí uma corrente Criacionista (ou seja o mundo e o Homem foram criados por um deus) que partindo dos EUA se tem vindo a difundir em vários países ocidentais e orientais. Disto me dão conta o&lt;a href="http://esquerda-republicana.blogspot.com/"&gt; Esquerda Republicana&lt;/a&gt; e o &lt;a href="http://cachimbodemagritte.blogspot.com/2007/01/creationists.html"&gt;Cachimbo de Magritte.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Não sei ao certo o que configura esta nova onda de Criacionismo mas algo está mal quando alguém informado põe de parte centenas de anos de estudos científicos comprovados, por uma teoria que diz que o ser humano têm 4000 anos de história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116900040400780199?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116900040400780199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116900040400780199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900040400780199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116900040400780199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-criacionismo.html' title='O Criacionismo'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116855895450450654</id><published>2007-01-11T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:44:50.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Musical - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnaCUPr3q6s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnaCUPr3q6s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnaCUPr3q6s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnaCUPr3q6s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnaCUPr3q6s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnaCUPr3q6s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cinema é isto mesmo... Sonho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116855895450450654?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116855895450450654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116855895450450654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116855895450450654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116855895450450654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/musical-1.html' title='Musical - 1'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116848432379550108</id><published>2007-01-11T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:58:43.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/516162/281x2111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/995409/281x2111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Visualmente sem mácua. Apetece estar ali, contactar com aquela gente, cheirar aquele ar. Já o argumento deixa muito a desejar. Parece uma miss este filme, muito bonita mas muito oca. Mel Gibson procurou a forma ao conteúdo, embora a mensagem central do filme - uma civilização só é morta se antes já estiver a ser consumida por dentro - seja transmitida.&lt;br /&gt;    Não é um mau filme, mas também não é muito bom. O que é pena, pois tinha tudo para o ser. Devqualquer modo é um filme bom para uma tarde no cinema. Da história não vou falar (ficam as imagens para abrir o apetite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/87206/ONe_565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/585344/ONe_565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/341932/apocalypto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/627425/apocalypto3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/912188/wallpaper03_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/737970/wallpaper03_1280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116848432379550108?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116848432379550108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116848432379550108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116848432379550108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116848432379550108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/apocalypto.html' title='Apocalypto'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116848038916147885</id><published>2007-01-11T01:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:53:09.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Elena Mukhina 1960-2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPfjoAnzOhs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPfjoAnzOhs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena Mukhina foi considerada a maior ginasta russa quando tinha apenas 18 anos, sendo a arma secreta do regime soviético para os jogos de 1980 (onde seriam postos á prova os atletas treinados rigidamente para o pódio), os primeiros em território russo. Nesse ano, num treino, Elena lesionou-se gravemente na coluna e ficou paraplégica. Do Estado Russo recebeu uma cadeira de rodas e silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei hoje a saber da sua história, através da notícia da sua morte, e aqui deixo uma pequena mas merecida homenagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116848038916147885?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116848038916147885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116848038916147885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116848038916147885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116848038916147885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/elena-mukhina-1960-2006.html' title='Elena Mukhina 1960-2006'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116847901804058659</id><published>2007-01-11T01:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:30:18.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Espinhos - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/633322/Escola.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/320/8365/Escola.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvido no comboio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Ontem tive que me chatear com o miúdo, ainda bem que o pai estava lá para lhe dar um tabefe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Então o que se passou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Então tive que o ajudar a fazer os trabalhos de casa. Com esta idade já devia saber fazer as coisas sozinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ele está com que idade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Têm nove. Está agora na 3º ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vai o sistema de ensino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116847901804058659?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116847901804058659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116847901804058659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116847901804058659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116847901804058659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/espinhos-2.html' title='Espinhos - 2'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116847824416833344</id><published>2007-01-11T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:17:24.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Bagdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/853114/bagdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/417488/bagdad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado a aprender neste últimos tempos, com o professor José Varandas da cadeira de História Militar da Antiguidade, que a guerra se faz quase sempre em nome de uma cidade. Talvez o que se vêm vindo a passar no Iraque seja uma rara excepção a esta regra. Para saber como era a Bagdad pré-guerra &lt;a href="http://agualisa6.blogs.sapo.pt/170086.html"&gt;aqu&lt;/a&gt;i está um texto rico em informação que muito aconselho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116847824416833344?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116847824416833344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116847824416833344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116847824416833344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116847824416833344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/bagdad.html' title='Bagdad'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116829945182371174</id><published>2007-01-08T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:37:31.823Z</updated><title type='text'>X-Files PT - 1 : A mumia viva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/505907/liliomni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/320/940264/liliomni.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver por dentro do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lili_Cane%C3%A7as"&gt;sarcofrago&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116829945182371174?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116829945182371174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116829945182371174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116829945182371174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116829945182371174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/x-files-pt-1-mumia-viva.html' title='X-Files PT - 1 : A mumia viva'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116829808303513706</id><published>2007-01-08T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:19:22.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Autocarros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/364996/Rufino_LM_Machibombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/320/81833/Rufino_LM_Machibombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será que já alguém reparou nos rituais que envolvem os autocarros?&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro há o posicionamento na fila que deve ser cumprido respeitosamente na ordem porque se algum movimento nosso dá a ideia de que nos vamos colocar num lugar da fila que não o último vários olhos nos perseguem. Depois a entrada no autocarro, essa marcha lenta qual procissão dos sítios urbanos, dá a cadência á revista dos documentos válidos para transporte. Chega então o momento de nos sentarmos, aqui a variedade de comportamentos impera, no entanto conseguem-se distingir alguns casos típicos: os velhotes que se sentam sempre na frente, de preferência nos locais reservados para grávidas, pessoas com crianças de colo ou deficientes físicos (um post para estes dias); já os jovens vão o mais para trás que conseguirem, procurando normalmente o lugar junto á janela para não serem incomodados sempre que alguém quer sair; também existe quem goste de ficar sempre nos lugares mais afastados da janela para não terem que pedir licença a ninguém quando querem sair, mas que ao mesmo tempo têm que se levantar sempre que alguém se senta a seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto dos lugares para um único passagueiro, junto á janela (têm que se junto á janela) e de preferência o mais perto possivél da porta. Os autocarros não me convencem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A imagem mostra os autocarros em Lourenço Marques. Talvez nestes eu não quisesse estar ao pé da porta!&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/38522274-116829808303513706?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116829808303513706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116829808303513706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116829808303513706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116829808303513706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/autocarros.html' title='Autocarros'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116821905936583499</id><published>2007-01-08T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:18:42.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Umas são sobre fadas; o outro sobre como as tratar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gostei de lêr no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://registocivil.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html"&gt;Registo Civil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; as "adaptações modernas" dos contos de fadas e o "guia prático de relações" uma pérola que recomendo a todos os homens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116821905936583499?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116821905936583499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116821905936583499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821905936583499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821905936583499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/umas-so-sobre-fadas-o-outro-sobre-como.html' title='Umas são sobre fadas; o outro sobre como as tratar'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116821846045664322</id><published>2007-01-08T00:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:07:40.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Espinhos - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/858417/ilumina_loule2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/320/617939/ilumina_loule2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que a aldeia do Pai Natal fica num castelo medieval utilizado por muçulmanos? E porque será que temos que pagar um bilhete de 5 euros para entrar, revertendo esse dinheiro não para uma instituição que dele precise mas para uma Câmara Municipal e um banco?&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu pensava que no Natal era suposto serem as crianças a receber presentes e não a dá-los ao velhinho das barbas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116821846045664322?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116821846045664322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116821846045664322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821846045664322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821846045664322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/espinhos-i_08.html' title='Espinhos - I'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116821724586900296</id><published>2007-01-08T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:47:25.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Rear Window - A Janela Indiscreta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/85896/cellu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/661950/cellu6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Stewart e Grace Kelly com o Mestre. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando olhamos para tantas vidas e nos esquecemos da nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116821724586900296?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116821724586900296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116821724586900296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821724586900296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821724586900296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/rear-window-janela-indiscreta.html' title='Rear Window - A Janela Indiscreta'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116821467926065332</id><published>2007-01-07T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:27:52.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Crónicas da cidade - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/934193/42484473_3520f51a9a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/320/148150/42484473_3520f51a9a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="If" you="" leave="" me="" a="" message="" i="" ll="" give="" it="" away=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="If" you="" leave="" me="" a="" message="" i="" ll="" give="" it="" away="" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Inverno sempre me fez sentir mais melancólica do que qualquer outra estação. Talvez por não me passar a ideia de movimento, de mudança. A melancolia manifesta-se quando estou demasiado sozinha ou imersa num mar de gente, e reflete-se no pensar no passado, não como ele foi na realidade mas como uma série de flash filtrados pela memória. Hoje foram estes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Os taxis verdes e pretos, seguidos por autocarros cor-de-laranja que circulavam em  faixas BUS exclusivamente usadas por eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Os dias de passeio na Baixa e Chiado. As compras na Polux, onde me sentia sempre pequenina e as voltas pela rua Garret, com os armazéns fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-O Cais das Colunas, onde para mim começava o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- As idas a Santa Apolónia para ir buscar os avós que chegavam da terra em combóios com cubículos onde podiam ir seis passageios quase sempre a conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha cidade mudou tanto...Vinte e um anos sempre por aqui faz com que cada lugar me possa contar uma história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116821467926065332?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116821467926065332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116821467926065332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821467926065332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116821467926065332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/crnicas-da-cidade-i_07.html' title='Crónicas da cidade - I'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116812430222036865</id><published>2007-01-06T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:58:22.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Breves de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 - Os meus impostos deviam garantir-me segurança, assistência e socorro justos, como os que não foram prestados aos pescadores da Nazaré. Mas o nosso descernimento e senso comum também nos devia ajudar a agir de forma a não colocar a nossa vida em perigo. Os pescadores foram para uma área proíbida (se calhar também por pôr a vida de pescadores em perigo) e não usavam os coletes salva-vidas (se não usaram nesse dia pressupomos que nunca o usariam) que de algum modo os poderiam ajudar a conservar a vida. Parece-me que nem só a acção do Estado é irresponsavel, também a  daqueles homens foi leviana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - A pena de morte não pode ser associada á palavra justiça. Nunca.  Mataram um diabo e fizeram nascer um mártir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - A cultura este ano parece mais prometedora: novos filmes no cinema, boas séries em DVD e TV, livros esperados ansiosamente e projectos culturais vários que sempre nos tiram o coração de misérias em tempo de vacas magras(sempre os melhores para a CRIAÇÃO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116812430222036865?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116812430222036865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116812430222036865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116812430222036865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116812430222036865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/breves-de-ano-novo.html' title='Breves de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522274.post-116812216845299624</id><published>2007-01-06T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:25:10.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Admiravel Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/1600/343845/erinaceus_europaeus_8380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2270/400/237920/erinaceus_europaeus_8380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez nem tão admiravel assim. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De admiravel talvez, e apenas, o facto de nos levar a pensar que é possivél recomeçar, de algum modo, aquilo que não deu certo no ano anterior, ou seja, renova-nos o optimismo (ao que o Natal, as festas de fim do ano e os saldos ajudam certamente).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Também o presente Inverno, que sabemos em breve passar a Primavera, nos cumula de  um a crescente  expectativa. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na realidade este ano em quase nada promete ser melhor que o anterior (mas isso serão letras para uma próxima sopa).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo também eu (e pese todo o pessimismo dos portugueses)  tenho a  esperança (também muito portuguesa) de que este seja um melhor ano, por isso, a criação deste blog (a tal tentativa de recomeçar ou começar...) onde penso comentar algumas experiências pessoais mas também a actualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522274-116812216845299624?l=ouricacacheira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/feeds/116812216845299624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38522274&amp;postID=116812216845299624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116812216845299624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38522274/posts/default/116812216845299624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouricacacheira.blogspot.com/2007/01/admiravel-ano-novo.html' title='Admiravel Ano Novo'/><author><name>Kriska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329383903680452779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
