<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817</id><updated>2009-11-13T00:48:14.146Z</updated><title type='text'>crianças eternas</title><subtitle type='html'>para os devaneios das crianças...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-6796705228833267459</id><published>2009-04-16T20:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:22:34.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-6796705228833267459?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/6796705228833267459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=6796705228833267459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/6796705228833267459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/6796705228833267459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-5295609908154223408</id><published>2009-01-20T21:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:35:36.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>acordares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SeeVo3HL7nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/thCpZa3n32w/s1600-h/riano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389613610298994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SeeVo3HL7nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/thCpZa3n32w/s400/riano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; os despertares são diferentes, na hora, no local, na disposição matinal (ou vespertina). acordar enquanto estamos em viagem é deveras significativo. conscientes de que existe algo novo para preencher os olhos e a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SeeVopr7seI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WC8IXE_XR6k/s1600-h/picos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389610006327778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SeeVopr7seI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WC8IXE_XR6k/s400/picos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SeeVom1bgDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lh7VKpcxibI/s1600-h/dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325389609240854578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SeeVom1bgDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lh7VKpcxibI/s400/dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; à noite, cansados de tantas emoções, de tantos veres, das cores, dos cheiros e dos barulhos, esticamo-nos e o sono chega rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3180482298_c92ca0199d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3180482298_c92ca0199d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3205866529_3200e4c342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3205866529_3200e4c342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-5295609908154223408?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/5295609908154223408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=5295609908154223408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/5295609908154223408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/5295609908154223408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2009/01/olhares-beliscar-um-outro-local.html' title='acordares'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SeeVo3HL7nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/thCpZa3n32w/s72-c/riano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-5611931848566179948</id><published>2009-01-06T22:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:00:57.254Z</updated><title type='text'>reflexos de uma paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SWPik0g6Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YngEBa2y_-g/s1600-h/mirrors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288319509662951330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SVpKTSqPQmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9FJaeGQ8S0/s400/3148395623_041b23ed25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SVpJWGSmDoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n-W58B5-Z20/s1600-h/3148395623_041b23ed25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617756667252354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SVpJWGSmDoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n-W58B5-Z20/s400/3148395623_041b23ed25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o problema é que anda por aí muito "adulto" armado em parvo e roubam estes amiguinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-6581443989215230219?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/6581443989215230219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=6581443989215230219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/6581443989215230219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/6581443989215230219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-72-vw-bus-friends.html' title='os amiguinhos da Janota'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SVpKTSqPQmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9FJaeGQ8S0/s72-c/3148395623_041b23ed25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-7942497911099690146</id><published>2008-12-30T12:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:01:08.137Z</updated><title type='text'>going down the hill</title><content type='html'>ligar a moto, vestir blusão, colocar tampões de ouvido, capacete apertado, luvas na mão e aí vamos nós. unos pelas estradas de Portugal, pneumilhando kms, riscando mais umas estradas no mapa. observar os outros animais e a natureza que ainda resta. sentir a linha branca bem perto dos olhos nas curvas mais apertadas e folgar quando se pode... e a perpetuação das recordações aparece lá pelo meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SVoba9pjLRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wxxdwg3pCgw/s1600-h/DTR-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285567262712081682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SVoba9pjLRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wxxdwg3pCgw/s400/DTR-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-7942497911099690146?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/7942497911099690146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=7942497911099690146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/7942497911099690146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/7942497911099690146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-down-hill.html' title='going down the hill'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/SVoba9pjLRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wxxdwg3pCgw/s72-c/DTR-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-4345828288707017800</id><published>2008-09-25T23:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:43:57.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>reflexões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ccb7d13ff013836" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujon464ICsrb3fuEHfw9f8I5EMg-RhQ5EhucCJB7WfIIkvlA7cEBvkkMjpnH5iRltoll86FIVETx0XAZlA-Y6VW5P5-pPfkko3f-JF_wqkJ9buUTBWQMDjCu5pgQIZMwlcYBWz7HOG6FgjB7vbRD__1kzUotDuPSM5OV2S38iqQpVQ_8qXtplIKG6R_alBrl_X9dNE_EeJGo9Ah4J9_XI5Pt%26sigh%3Dd1SdtB_IHYiLyY-mD_G438ji19E%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ccb7d13ff013836%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DiAXItnbhieQbhQXPfWk0J2ysjas&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujon464ICsrb3fuEHfw9f8I5EMg-RhQ5EhucCJB7WfIIkvlA7cEBvkkMjpnH5iRltoll86FIVETx0XAZlA-Y6VW5P5-pPfkko3f-JF_wqkJ9buUTBWQMDjCu5pgQIZMwlcYBWz7HOG6FgjB7vbRD__1kzUotDuPSM5OV2S38iqQpVQ_8qXtplIKG6R_alBrl_X9dNE_EeJGo9Ah4J9_XI5Pt%26sigh%3Dd1SdtB_IHYiLyY-mD_G438ji19E%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ccb7d13ff013836%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DiAXItnbhieQbhQXPfWk0J2ysjas&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;com som aqui &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=-jrHrqATYho"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=-jrHrqATYho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;até breve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-4345828288707017800?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ccb7d13ff013836&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/4345828288707017800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=4345828288707017800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/4345828288707017800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/4345828288707017800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2008/09/anncio-quercos-em-projecto.html' title='reflexões...'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-5029831294880418861</id><published>2008-03-10T10:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:55:58.377Z</updated><title type='text'>brincadeiras com o Sr. Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/cabedelo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-5029831294880418861?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/5029831294880418861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=5029831294880418861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/5029831294880418861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/5029831294880418861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2008/03/brincadeiras-com-o-sr-mar.html' title='brincadeiras com o Sr. Mar'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-9032349355536837160</id><published>2008-02-07T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:26:26.906Z</updated><title type='text'>visitas de amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;adoro quando recebo visitas de amigos&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/Dscn5974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;o Outubro (cognome Panda) também gostou muito desta visita, pois fartou-se de brincar às escondidas e à apanhada com a formidável cadela que também veio conhecer Ferreira. não pára de falar nela e até arreganha os dentes de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/outubro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;estiveram cerca de 3,5ºC durante a noite, mas dentro de uma VW Westfalia está-se sempre bem&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/Dscn5976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-9032349355536837160?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/9032349355536837160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=9032349355536837160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/9032349355536837160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/9032349355536837160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2008/02/visitas-de-amigos.html' title='visitas de amigos'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-3467888444460241460</id><published>2008-02-04T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:38:00.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Petição Motociclismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Exmo. Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exmo. Senhor Primeiro-Ministro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exmo. Senhor Ministro da Administração interna:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vimos por meio deste Abaixo-assinado solicitar a V. Ex.ª que, como representantes da Nação Portuguesa, se dignem diligenciar no sentido de incentivar o uso de motociclo com a finalidade de minimizar o crescente e preocupante fluxo automóvel nas cidades, minimizando desta forma os problemas actuais de estacionamento e poluição que os automóveis originam, através das seguintes medidas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 - Beneficios fiscais que estimulem o uso de motociclos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 - Redução da taxa do Imposto de selo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 - Livre circulação na faixa de BUS;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 - Incrementar e facilitar o estacionamento de motociclos nas cidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manifestação em frente ao parlamento no dia 14 de Junho 2008, sábado, para fazer notar na opinião publica e politicos as nossas pretenções."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/mod_perl/signed.cgi?motasbus&amp;amp;101"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/mod_perl/signed.cgi?motasbus&amp;amp;101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-3467888444460241460?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/3467888444460241460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=3467888444460241460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/3467888444460241460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/3467888444460241460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2008/02/petio-motociclismo.html' title='Petição Motociclismo'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-4321307259073186207</id><published>2008-02-04T09:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:29:41.357Z</updated><title type='text'>percorrer km numa VW de '72</title><content type='html'>Ferreira do Zêzere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/404629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/404629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porto Côvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/369196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/369196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coimbra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/404625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/404625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avecasta - Ferreira do Zêzere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/402652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/402652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;São Torpes - Sines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/371304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/371304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almogadel - Ferreira do Zêzere&lt;a href="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/402651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.thesamba.com/vw/gallery/pix/402651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-4321307259073186207?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-176467967949366674</id><published>2007-11-28T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:51:39.816Z</updated><title type='text'>tampas de sanita e outras coisas de adultos</title><content type='html'>quando era mais criança, havia certos aspectos do mundo que me causavam bastantes dúvidas. por exemplo, os meus pais falavam diversas vezes do Estrangeiro, que os meus tios estavam no estrangeiro, que esta ou aquela pessoa era estrangeira... e eu bem olhava para os mapa-mundo à procura do país Estrangeiro e não o encontrava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouvia muitas vezes falar sobre baixar a tampa da sanita, e eram sempre os homens que os deixavam levantados, resultando daí uma resmunguisse por parte da mulher... e eu sem perceber de que tampo tanto falavam, até há pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outro aspecto que me fascinava, é a luz indicativa das horas dos despertadores permanecer ligada mesmo após o desligar da tomada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, os mistérios das crianças...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-176467967949366674?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/176467967949366674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=176467967949366674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/176467967949366674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/176467967949366674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='tampas de sanita e outras coisas de adultos'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-5099240587445002423</id><published>2007-09-29T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:43:47.706Z</updated><title type='text'>trocar as mãos, trocar as voltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a maioria das pessoas utiliza principalmente o lado direito para executar as tarefas quotidianas, predominando sobre o lado esquerdo. está provado que o hemisfério direito (responsável pelo controlo do lado esquerdo do corpo) é mais abstracto (palavra com 4 consoantes seguidas), logo mais ligado às artes, entre outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sendo uma criança com alguma imaginação, dedico algum tempo ao desenvolvimento dessas capacidades, recorrendo ao lado esquerdo para executar determinadas actividades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travar o carro;&lt;br /&gt;escrever;&lt;br /&gt;lavar os dentes;&lt;br /&gt;agarrar e manipular objectos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-5099240587445002423?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/5099240587445002423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=5099240587445002423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/5099240587445002423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/5099240587445002423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/09/trocar-as-mos-trocar-as-voltas.html' title='trocar as mãos, trocar as voltas'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-1206385629104078686</id><published>2007-08-12T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:45:59.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>paixões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://w2.bikepics.com/pics/2007/02/16/bikepics-803362-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;as crianças têm sempre no seu pensamento e no seu coração algo que as alegra e que lhes permite sorrir dia após dia... as paixões são do inconsciente consciente, pois revelam-se sem nos apercebermos, momento a partir do qual se perpetuam por toda a vida... há paixões que se mantém, que se transmitem, mas que se não se explicam. sentem-se! cada criança de diferente maneira&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097948173606534850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rr-M2pMrPsI/AAAAAAAAABs/pfRGKKIdxC4/s400/body.jpg" border="0" /&gt;por vezes consegue-se unir num único momento essas paixões&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://w1.bikepics.com/pics/2006/03/17/bikepics-543019-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;e é mais um (ou mais do que um) momento mágico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-1206385629104078686?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/1206385629104078686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=1206385629104078686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/1206385629104078686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/1206385629104078686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-crianas-tm-sempre-no-seu-pensamento.html' title='paixões'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rr-M2pMrPsI/AAAAAAAAABs/pfRGKKIdxC4/s72-c/body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-1195604997839005599</id><published>2007-07-24T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:57:45.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>escolhas... por vezes não há</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para as crianças, do género masculino, a maioria das casas de banho não possuem urinóis à altura correcta. ou mesmo para os adultos crianças de estatura inferior à média! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/RqU_eJMrPrI/AAAAAAAAABk/hA_feMmDL2s/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090544740909924018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/RqU_eJMrPrI/AAAAAAAAABk/hA_feMmDL2s/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-1195604997839005599?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/1195604997839005599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=1195604997839005599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/1195604997839005599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/1195604997839005599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/07/escolhas-por-vezes-no-h.html' title='escolhas... por vezes não há'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/RqU_eJMrPrI/AAAAAAAAABk/hA_feMmDL2s/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-3023914296486575923</id><published>2007-06-19T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:45:23.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>os 200 000km do meu daily driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;é sempre mágico quando vemos os números do conta km todos iguais. então quando eles se alinham em 99999,9 para passar a 00000,0 é sempre um marco importante: parece que temos um carro novo&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/vivio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;não é bem novo, tem é 0km outra vez! fez 200.000km na madrugada de quarta-feira, na viagem de Coimbra para Ferreira do Zêzere. foi (e é) o meu primeiro carro, comprado em Janeiro de 98 (dos primeiros com matrícula indicativa de ano e mês). curiosamente, a matrícula anterior é outro Subaru Vivio, branco e também de Coimbra. já a matrícula seguinte é de um Nissan Micra verde, também de Coimbra (o importador na altura era o mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tem 658cc e 44cv, marca a velocidade máxima de 160km/h, mas vai um pouco além disso. o consumo é cerca de 5l aos 100 a uma velocidade média de 90/100km/h. é um carro fantasticamente fiável e que nunca me deixou a pé. o senão é as peças serem extremamente caras, mas como quase não são necessárias, compensa. o que foi necessário mudar até hoje (tirando o normal das revisões) foi o motor do limpa párabrisas e panela de escape (2 vezes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tenho inúmeras histórias para contar aos netos por causa dele. logo no primeiro ano, foi para o Festival do Sudoeste e andou os três dias com 10 pessoas dentro do carro (lotação de 4). eu a conduzir, duas pessoas no lugar do co-piloto, três no banco de trás, cada um com outra pessoa ao colo e mais um na esguia mala. eramos todos pequeninos (1,65 o mais alto). ainda tentámos colocar mais um, mas com 1,90m não conseguimos. a viagem mais longa (seguida) foi de Albufeira-Lousã-Coimbra em cerca de 8/9horas, com paragem na Mimosa para jantar. outra viagem de salientar foi, depois do Dakar de 2007, de Grândola a Coimbra, sempre a puxar, pois tinha compromissos em Coimbra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/vivioterra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;também se aventura em off-road, desenrascando-se bem&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/PIRI1volta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/PIRI-1VOLTA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;em relação aos km, desde Janeiro de 98, dá uma média de 21052,63 km por ano a primeira volta foi no dia 1 de Setembro de 2003, em Alcobaça. dá uma média de 1470,59 km por mês, cerca de 13000 por ano &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/99999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/000000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;como já referi, fez esta quarta a 2ª volta, em Carvalhal de Pussos - Alvaiázere. desde a 1ª volta, média de +/- 25000km por ano e 2083,33 por mês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no Japão tem uma aceitação enorme, embora a cilindrada seja a mesma, tem 52cv e 4WD. existem várias versões que não chegaram à Europa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/viviosti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;preparação Sti&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/Subaruviviorally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;rally&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/VIVIOretro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;retro&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/VIVIOTTOP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cabrio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;eu adoro este carro, não só por ser o primeiro, mas também por já ter passado n horas dentro dele, a maioria das quais bem feliz e outras nem tanto. tem um significado especial... já lhe conheço as manhas e a forma como se comporta na estrada (em todo o tipo de condições). apesar de tudo, este companheiro representa um meio de me deslocar do ponto A para o ponto B, sem muitos custos ou preocupações. no entanto, olho para ele com a mesma (ou mais) admiração aquando da sua primeira viagem comigo ao volante, a primeira vez que o puxei para ver qual a velocidade máxima (o gozo que me deu ultrapassar o 200d do meu irmão que não passa dos 160), a primeira vez que o levei para o mato, pois agora reconheço a sua qualidade. pelo que ele já passou, e não foi pouco, merece e vai ficar sempre comigo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-3023914296486575923?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/3023914296486575923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=3023914296486575923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/3023914296486575923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/3023914296486575923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/06/os-200-000km-do-meu-daily-driver.html' title='os 200 000km do meu daily driver'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-8685746322874461597</id><published>2007-06-01T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:24:47.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>viagens de sonho... sonhos e viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no dia da criança, sonho ainda mais, sonho com viagens... viagens de sonho. conhecer outras paragens, outras vivências, outras novidades, outros ambientes. diferentes e diversificadas maneiras de pensar, ver e estar no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071099010205156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/RmAprpQdBeI/AAAAAAAAABI/wY8Cr0EUZnM/s400/DSCN0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as viagens fazem-me crescer e ao mesmo tempo sentir-me pequenino. ao olhar para os mapas, penso nas pessoas que moram nos locais por onde os meus olhos passam, e tento imaginar o que estarão a fazer naquela altura. se já tive a oportunidade de visitar esse lugar anteriormente, a memória fotográfica (a mental, não a digital) sobrepõe-se e fornece uma imagem mais aproximada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071099027385026034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/RmApspQdBfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9KEUSTik_IA/s400/DSCN0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as viagens que gostaria de fazer, para além de muitas outras, mas estas têm para já, maior significado, são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- observar o planeta do lado de fora;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- ir ao Japão (à fábrica da Subaru) no meu carro;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- atravessar os EUA de costa a costa, na carrinha VW;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- conhecer a Europa de moto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071099035974960642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/RmAptJQdBgI/AAAAAAAAABY/bkIUYDgxt08/s400/piri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tudo isto sem limite temporal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-8685746322874461597?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/8685746322874461597/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/RmAprpQdBeI/AAAAAAAAABI/wY8Cr0EUZnM/s72-c/DSCN0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-617296342237093551</id><published>2007-05-28T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:47:05.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>terras de Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nos vários e variados passeios e viagens realizados por Portugal, as crianças deliciam-se com a paisagem e os ambientes que as rodeiam e que vão surgindo pelo caminho. coladas ao vidro do carro, admiram todas as novidades, ou (re)novidades* [isto existe?] surgem-lhes também nomes de terras para recordar, e algumas bem engraçadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2mpQdBaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/84y51janNAg/s1600-h/DTR+Estanganhola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069705843073418658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2mpQdBaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/84y51janNAg/s400/DTR+Estanganhola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de cor e sem recorrer ao mapa, lembro-me de: Carne Assada, Camarão, Água de Todo Ano, Venda das Raparigas... existem muitos mais exemplos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2m5QdBbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/T2ZZo78BMjU/s1600-h/EscandarÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069705847368385970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2m5QdBbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/T2ZZo78BMjU/s400/Escandar%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; também encontramos outras que nos lembram alguns amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2nJQdBcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JTo8LRjxSc0/s1600-h/DSCN0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069705851663353282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2nJQdBcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JTo8LRjxSc0/s400/DSCN0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2nZQdBdI/AAAAAAAAABA/76fVdHNoYj0/s1600-h/DSCN0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069705855958320594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2nZQdBdI/AAAAAAAAABA/76fVdHNoYj0/s400/DSCN0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *(re)novidades - novidades anteriores; de outros tempos; que são vistas com a admiração da primeira vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-617296342237093551?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rls2mpQdBaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/84y51janNAg/s72-c/DTR+Estanganhola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-4791847184230817073</id><published>2007-04-20T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:31:46.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um ano de crianças eternas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;um ano em que a maioria das fotos são do autor (três de uma amiga - embora seja eu na foto - uma do meu pai -também sou eu na foto - duas nacionais e duas EUA),&lt;br /&gt;um ano em que houve pelo menos um &lt;em&gt;post &lt;/em&gt;por mês,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objectivos alcançados...&lt;br /&gt;começam as crianças a caminhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;post scriptum&lt;/em&gt;: este é o primeiro sem qualquer fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-4791847184230817073?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/4791847184230817073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=4791847184230817073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/4791847184230817073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/4791847184230817073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-ano-de-crianas-eternas.html' title='um ano de crianças eternas'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-1625677525021071001</id><published>2007-04-09T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:52:04.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>miniaturas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as crianças têm ao longo da sua vida vários tipos de colecções. de selos, porta-chaves, isqueiros e maços de tabaco (esta eu tenho), cromos (e há tantos por aí)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;uma das minhas maiores paixões são as miniaturas de motos e automóveis, colecção "construída" desde há 17 anos. nos últimos três a parte automóvel foi dedicada em particular a réplicas de VW a ar. como admiro a diferença, apresento duas miniaturas que modifiquei e, tal como em modelo 1/1, encontram-se inacabadas&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/panel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/328690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-1625677525021071001?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-4269402716590774121</id><published>2007-03-20T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:07:30.478Z</updated><title type='text'>até sempre Pindakas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;encontrei este gatinho abandonado, quando tinha cerca de mês e meio. era Agosto... vinha ter comigo quando chegava do trabalho e não se esquecia de me avisar para ir brincar com ele. adorava jogar à apanhada e às escondidas e andar aos pinotes com o corpo de lado (quem tem gatos sabe do que falo). acordava-me de manhã com uma mordidela no nariz e era mais um dia de brincadeira, a começar logo cedo com as suas garras nas minhas pernas quando me dirigia à casa de banho... e era assim quase todos os dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043975190854246978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rf_MtkLAIkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/momq4ROG13M/s400/pin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;o Pindakas era um gatinho muito inteligente. completava o meu dia, com imensa alegria e felicidade. pela manhã, quando queria ir para a rua ser gato, brincar e descobrir as maravilhas do mundo e da natureza, acordava-me com festinhas na bochecha, com as suas ternurentas "almofadas" das patas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043975190854246994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rf_MtkLAIlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YkSTqsDBxVQ/s400/pin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pedia muitas vezes para ir brincar com ele e, se tinha fome, colocava-se em frente ao frigorífico. corria para casa quando ouvia o som do carro, quando chegava do trabalho. era destas coisas o Pindakas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;agora, andava já a ser alvo dos odores femininos da sua espécie. desaparecia de noite e miava para lhe abrir a porta às tantas da madrugada. por isso não estranhei estar um dia sem aparecer. dois dias sem aparecer, já era muito estranho... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043975195149214306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rf_Mt0LAImI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M3l7T9aJMlc/s400/pin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;encontrei-o, na berma da estrada, embora já estivesse num lugar melhor... peguei-lhe e as lágrimas cairam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o seu corpo está agora no pinhal de leiria, sobre o qual coloquei um pequeno pinheiro que adoptou o seu nome... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pindakas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-4269402716590774121?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/4269402716590774121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=4269402716590774121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/4269402716590774121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/4269402716590774121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-sempre-pindakas.html' title='até sempre Pindakas'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nt2j_6dk6yg/Rf_MtkLAIkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/momq4ROG13M/s72-c/pin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-117164639141624724</id><published>2007-02-16T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:08:59.128Z</updated><title type='text'>viagens a solo (ou não)</title><content type='html'>andar de moto... percorrer os belos caminhos de Portugal a ver e sentir imagens sem igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi sem mais nem menos&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia selei a 125 azul &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(preta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Foi sem mais nem menos&lt;br /&gt;Que me deu para abalar sem destino nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/Blog/DTRRibatejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Foi sem graça nem pensando na desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Que eu entrei pelo calor&lt;br /&gt;Sem pendura que a vida já me foi dura&lt;br /&gt;P'ra insistir na companhia&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/Blog/DTRTorre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O tempo não me diz nada&lt;br /&gt;Nem o homem da portagem na entrada da auto-estrada&lt;br /&gt;A ponte ficou deserta nem sei mesmo se Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Não partiu para parte incerta&lt;br /&gt;Viva o espaço que me fica pela frente e não me deixa recuar&lt;br /&gt;Sem paredes, sem ter portas nem janelas&lt;br /&gt;Nem muros para derrubar &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://w1.bikepics.com/pics/2005/08/27/bikepics-416957-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Talvez um dia me encontre&lt;br /&gt;Assim talvez me encontre &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Curiosamente dou por mim pensando onde isto me vai levar&lt;br /&gt;De uma forma ou outra há-de haver uma hora para a vontade de parar&lt;br /&gt;Só que à frente o bailado do calor vai-me arrastando para o vazio&lt;br /&gt;E com o ar na cara, vou sentindo desafios que nunca ninguém sentiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://w1.bikepics.com/pics/2005/05/24/bikepics-360513-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Talvez um dia me encontre&lt;br /&gt;Assim talvez me encontre &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/Blog/DTRIC3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entre as dúvidas do que sou e do que quero ser Um ponto preto quebra-me a solidão do olhar&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe em mim um passaporte para sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E a fúria de viver é mesmo fúria de acabar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://w1.bikepics.com/pics/2004/01/18/bikepics-98507-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Foi sem mais nem menos&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia selou a 125 azul &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(preta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Foi sem mais nem menos&lt;br /&gt;Que partiu sem destino nenhum&lt;br /&gt;Foi com esperança sem ligar muita importância àquilo que a vida quer&lt;br /&gt;Foi com força acabar por se encontrar naquilo que ninguém quer &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/Blog/DTRAlentejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mas Deus leva os que ama&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus tem os que mais ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Trovante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-117164639141624724?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/117164639141624724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=117164639141624724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/117164639141624724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/117164639141624724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2007/02/viagens-solo-ou-no.html' title='viagens a solo (ou não)'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-116827516840319665</id><published>2007-01-08T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:10:13.363Z</updated><title type='text'>sonhos maiores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/1600/828018/Dscn2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/800557/Dscn2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;para qualquer criança que tem a oportunidade de ver uma prova motorizada dificilmente não delira com as máquinas que passam&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/451787/Dscn2302.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e se for uma prova com a mística do rally Paris-Dakar (para mim será sempre o &lt;strong&gt;Paris-Dakar&lt;/strong&gt;) ainda mais bichinho nos provoca e leva-nos a sonhar mais alto.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/906003/Dscn2488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;embora não concorde muito com os moldes actuais (equipas de fábrica, concorrência desleal em termos de equipamentos, logística... com muito financiamento monetário) é uma prova que me fascina.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/512318/Dscn2467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas gostava mais se ainda se realizasse como nos primórdios desta árdua prova em que cada piloto dependia de si, da sua habilidade e arte de desenrascanço, do seu sentido de orientação e instinto naquele determinado momento para prosseguir em prova. não que actualmente o mérito seja menor, pois chegar ao lago rosa já é muito mais que uma vitória&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/227679/Dscn2498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;por vezes ouve-se comentários desnecessários (não que os pilotos ouçam, mas ofendem), tais como: "vai mas é para casa"; "até eu andava mais rápido"; "olha para este azelha"... entre outras. a verdade é que, por mérito, convite ou por uma imensa bagagem monetária, estão lá a correr, a tentar terminar! como gostaria de o realizar... este sonho maior&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/623494/Dscn2368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-116827516840319665?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-116722773785887916</id><published>2006-12-27T13:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:27:04.442Z</updated><title type='text'>sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;todas as crianças sonham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/563646/150116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesamba.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.&lt;em&gt;thesamba.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sonhos de sonhar, sonhando com coisas que pretendem atingir, grandes feitos a concretizar, imaginando altos vôos, sentindo-se planar com os devaneios a que se permitem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/8805/p4250020fo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garagemvw.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.&lt;em&gt;garagemvw.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;estas imagens representam um desses sonhos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/436652/321736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesamba.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.&lt;em&gt;thesamba.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca &lt;/strong&gt;(e aqui pode-se aplicar a palavra) desistam de sonhar... qualquer sonho que se seja &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://old-vw.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-116722773785887916?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/116722773785887916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=116722773785887916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/1600/566516/Dscn1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/971487/Dscn1706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e arranhar-te&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/667565/Dscn1695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;e mordiscar só um bocadinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/1600/499754/Dscn0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/567152/Dscn0935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que barulho é este?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/1600/987682/Dscn0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/892582/Dscn0968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; um ratinho lá ao fundo... eu vi!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6793/2746/400/281332/Dscn1711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-116484192327838410?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/116484192327838410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=116484192327838410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/116484192327838410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/116484192327838410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/2006/11/sentidos.html' title='sentidos'/><author><name>nezz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536218418192839986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06070701972870503095'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26247817.post-116198742392060059</id><published>2006-10-27T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:15:31.276Z</updated><title type='text'>brincadeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/280310375_dd727d2710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/280310375_dd727d2710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no outro dia fui à capital dizer um até já a um amigo que vai conhecer os ares londrinos. fomos ainda conhecer a futura casa de outra amiga, no centro de Lisboa, a qual anda a restaurar e tinha lá matéria-prima para fazer fogo de artifício!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/280310453_0243eed9d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;já não fazia isto desde que era mais pequenino. felizmente ninguém ligou para os bombeiros pois já era o avançado da hora&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/nezz_photos/VW/280310557_44886294e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;asd&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26247817-116198742392060059?l=criancas-eternas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criancas-eternas.blogspot.com/feeds/116198742392060059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26247817&amp;postID=116198742392060059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26247817/posts/default/116198742392060059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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