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À conta disso "ganhou" uma estadia de domingo à noite até hoje em casa dos avós na Borralha.&lt;br /&gt;E se, na segunda-feira ainda esteve murchinho, à noite quando cheguei foi contando tudo o que foi fazendo: dar milho aos patos, galinhas, e rolas, regar as plantações e até tentar semear uma laranja!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vê-lo feliz é deixa-lo andar na terra (como ele diz carregando muito nos r's), é um companheirão que "obriga" todos a repetir as tarefas que ele quer fazer, a forma como vai chamando aos poucos até gritar o nome da pessoa que ele quer que lhe dê atenção,...  que fase liiinda!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-7523167259212979952?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7523167259212979952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=7523167259212979952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7523167259212979952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7523167259212979952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-meu-menino-esta-crescer.html' title='o meu menino esta a crescer'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-4860591802257471924</id><published>2010-04-01T00:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:53:34.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>muitos aniversarios depois...</title><content type='html'>pois é... o mês de Março é recheado de datas especiais,... tivemos o  aniversario da Dreamlab, o dia do pai, os anos do pai e hoje os anos do  Afonso e a presença dos tios.&lt;br /&gt;Com algumas(?!) gramas a mais cá  estamos para contar as novidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias são dias  especiais quando se tem um filho. E quando esse filho nos presenteia  cada dia com tantas surpresas. Esta fase ( estes meses) são  verdadeiramente apaixonantes. O carinho, as palavras, as expressões, os  gestos, uma personalidade em formação.&lt;br /&gt;Espanta-me a memória e a  adequação de certas palavras a contextos, desmancho-me com as caretas,  os abraços e os beijos, os pedidos da mãozinha e do modo como  me chama.  Imita tudo o que vê ( para o bem e para o mal) e já faz birras daquelas  que todos já jurámos que não permitiríamos. Vamos aprendendo a lidar  com tudo tentando dosear o mimo com a educação e com regras que não  prescindo.&lt;br /&gt;O meu bébé já não é bébé, é um menino que, às vezes,  parece um homenzinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S7Pf-pTuJ6I/AAAAAAAAA68/YWkmnN6r71w/s1600/DSC03499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S7Pf-pTuJ6I/AAAAAAAAA68/YWkmnN6r71w/s320/DSC03499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454949841009256354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ler o jornal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S7PfmbrF7lI/AAAAAAAAA60/4ClKhfOqVbI/s1600/DSC03519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S7PfmbrF7lI/AAAAAAAAA60/4ClKhfOqVbI/s320/DSC03519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454949425032326738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ajudar a semear batatas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S7PfbHRkM4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y24Av7IYAPQ/s1600/DSC03509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3586339401384617901?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3586339401384617901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3586339401384617901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3586339401384617901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3586339401384617901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-da-mulher.html' title='Dia da Mulher'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-6809807765401524270</id><published>2010-03-01T15:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:26:29.722Z</updated><title type='text'>34</title><content type='html'>Em ano que não existe o dia em que nasci mudo a resposta a pergunta - quantos anos tens?&lt;br /&gt;34!!! sem nostalgias e coisas que tais que para tristezas já bastam as crises , as chuvas, os ventos e os terramotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 muito bons!!! Tenho tudo para ser feliz: sou saudável e tenho um filho liiindo, saudável, um marido generoso, a minha irmã ao pé de mim ( 4 anos depois), uma família que me aconchega e mima, um punhado de amigos e um trabalho que me entusiasma. o que precisamos mais???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6809807765401524270?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6809807765401524270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6809807765401524270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6809807765401524270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6809807765401524270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/03/34.html' title='34'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-807354847230180322</id><published>2010-02-08T23:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:25:44.855Z</updated><title type='text'>gestão do tempo</title><content type='html'>Às vezes, por brincadeira, digo que tenho 2 filhos, ou melhor uma filha e um filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A filha, chama-se Dreamlab e está a 1 mês de fazer 9 anos!!! E já se sabe, sofre das dores de crescimento, exige atenção e dedicação para que cresça com bons "princípios", saudável financeiramente e com uma personalidade que a distinga. Estou empenhada em fazer deste ano o ano da estabilidade, do método e do planeamento. Só com regras claras e conhecidas se pode "educar" bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filho é o meu AMOR maior. À noite, naquela meia hora antes do adormecer, esqueço tudo e transbordo de orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na passada 6ª feira, o meu Vicente fez 20 meses!!! Está tão grande o meu menino, sim porque como ele diz, não é bebé - é menino. Já deita fora a chupeta, e diz cócó na fraldinha: não, não!!! cócó na sanita sim sim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a uma velocidade surpreendente, memoriza e repete. Tem uma alegria contagiante e é tão bom ir buscá-lo ao infantário e testemunhar a alegria de nos ver, a forma como chama por nós, e o mimo que dá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu menino partilha e mima sem distinções: dá beijos e abraços que valem por mil noites de sono sem interrupções, adormece de mão dada depois do leitinho ao "colho" e da "histoia", e eu fico ainda muitos minutos olhar para o seu sono tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou ali limpar a baba e venho já;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-807354847230180322?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/807354847230180322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=807354847230180322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/807354847230180322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/807354847230180322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/02/gestao-do-tempo.html' title='gestão do tempo'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-5004254063883193565</id><published>2010-01-05T00:23:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:33:19.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Vicente - o limpinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KH3CjR3UI/AAAAAAAAA40/cL55S7GSmqY/s1600-h/DSC03353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423046280954895682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KH3CjR3UI/AAAAAAAAA40/cL55S7GSmqY/s320/DSC03353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KHirSo_WI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Wky1miXpNEg/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423045931113708898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KHirSo_WI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Wky1miXpNEg/s320/DSC03355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a por creme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KHRqCiVBI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YNAVBLK-Cg0/s1600-h/DSC03348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423045638719951890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KHRqCiVBI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YNAVBLK-Cg0/s320/DSC03348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KIRU3HZEI/AAAAAAAAA48/VDcLpqcG0sk/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423046732546532418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KIRU3HZEI/AAAAAAAAA48/VDcLpqcG0sk/s320/DSC03346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a pentear os caracois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KG8ih6VBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZW-8fpYm67M/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423045275926811666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KG8ih6VBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZW-8fpYm67M/s320/DSC03343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KImL0SrOI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KXQubP3rn18/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423047090896022754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KImL0SrOI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KXQubP3rn18/s320/DSC03338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lavar os dentes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-5004254063883193565?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5004254063883193565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=5004254063883193565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5004254063883193565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5004254063883193565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/01/vicente-o-limpinho.html' title='Vicente - o limpinho'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KH3CjR3UI/AAAAAAAAA40/cL55S7GSmqY/s72-c/DSC03353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-1457010740803095154</id><published>2010-01-05T00:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:22:20.415Z</updated><title type='text'>o meu vicente - versao 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KEwpKm2SI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xrWA8Qb-chI/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423042872526428450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KEwpKm2SI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xrWA8Qb-chI/s320/DSC03414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sim, gosto de me esconder nos armarios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KEQv6urkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/g2aWtt2BLNU/s1600-h/DSC03456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423042324583067202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KEQv6urkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/g2aWtt2BLNU/s320/DSC03456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como está grande o meu menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KEBl7wOVI/AAAAAAAAA38/xRDm5nIPsMM/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423042064204970322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KEBl7wOVI/AAAAAAAAA38/xRDm5nIPsMM/s320/DSC03453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na galhofa com o pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KDutnjSmI/AAAAAAAAA30/nCo6VANgkMY/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423041739850205794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KDutnjSmI/AAAAAAAAA30/nCo6VANgkMY/s320/DSC03400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na bicicleta do avô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KDcVlUL-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/L9K_6HuT554/s1600-h/DSC03309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423041424160731106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KDcVlUL-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/L9K_6HuT554/s320/DSC03309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vicente no namoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KFAIFV0rI/AAAAAAAAA4U/A1_Xfv0LoOk/s1600-h/DSC03464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423043138523878066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KFAIFV0rI/AAAAAAAAA4U/A1_Xfv0LoOk/s320/DSC03464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vou fazer óó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-1457010740803095154?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1457010740803095154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=1457010740803095154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1457010740803095154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1457010740803095154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/01/sim-gosto-de-me-esconder-nos-armarios.html' title='o meu vicente - versao 2010'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KEwpKm2SI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xrWA8Qb-chI/s72-c/DSC03414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-5371922581182983398</id><published>2010-01-04T23:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:08:43.591Z</updated><title type='text'>Vicente musico!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/S0KC2ILibmI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BNMnFy1dqXY/s1600-h/DSC03383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; 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width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Suo9FGf8WcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AQZH5kluzao/s320/pai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398194261210192322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; entre aniversários e passeios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Suo9AC9IQoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qEyBDvVflJw/s1600-h/sanita.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Suo9AC9IQoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qEyBDvVflJw/s320/sanita.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398194174359519874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e momentos "allbran"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Suo9XNAZdRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4xDAk5hEcO0/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Suo9XNAZdRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4xDAk5hEcO0/s320/DSC03165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398194572194575634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mãe, diz ao pai que o comando é meu:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há tristeza que resista aos meus homens e amigos. Obrigada a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-208398122331352940?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/208398122331352940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=208398122331352940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/208398122331352940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/208398122331352940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/10/entre-aniversarios-e-passeios-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Suo9FGf8WcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AQZH5kluzao/s72-c/pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-2250782366651194687</id><published>2009-10-30T00:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:09:12.866Z</updated><title type='text'>parabéns tia Teresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4f2f2f8aab3bdad" 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" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-4095535917030882810</id><published>2009-10-22T23:24:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:59:23.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um olhar diferente...o que nunca consegui escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SuDfxaEQzNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EAC4oGxbIWQ/s1600-h/olhares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395558393493638354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SuDfxaEQzNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EAC4oGxbIWQ/s320/olhares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ao longo da nossa vida vamos &lt;em&gt;olhando&lt;/em&gt; para nós próprios de modos diferentes. As prioridades, os interesses, as vaidades vão mudando conforme a fase da nossa vida.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-se de ser bastante pequena ( deve ser das minha primeira memórias de criança) e estar num quarto grande com a minha mae sentada num cadeirão e uns mimos das empregadas. Sei agora que se tratava da clinica onde fui operada ao olho direito. A minha mãe passou varios dias e noites sentada numa cadeira à minha beira sempre ao alcance da minha mão, pois caso a sua mão nao estivesse lá era uma choradeira enorme e nao podia ser porque molhava o penso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escola primaria lembro-me dos oculos sempre presentes, da noção da diferença, de ser umas das "caixas de óculos" ou visgarolha e "carregar" essa diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na adolescencia, esse tempo das vaidades, aprendi umas da coisas mais importantes da minha vida - a dar valor às pessoas que conseguiam ver-me para além do meu aspecto físico e a gostar do que sou e nao do que pareço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocando numa balança o medo de uma intervenção cirurgica e resolver um problema puramente estetico, o medo sempre venceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida adulta e profissionalmente já consigo perceber primeiras reacções das pessoas que conheço: o tentar seguir o meu olhar, ou o ficar na dúvida se é o receptor das minhas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei que tinha arrumado definitivamente este assunto mas eis que, agora como mãe me assaltam medos maiores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultei um especialista que me disse 2 coisas muito boas: os meus olhos veem perfeitamente e a cirurgia de correcção é uma intervenção simples, não incapacitante e precisava a apenas de uns exames médicos e 3.000€ para o fazer no prazo de um mes numa clinica privada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de lado os medos e interiorizei esta possibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui vista por um especialista no Hospital que me disse sem papas na lingua que desaconselhava totalmente qualquer intervenção pois pode originar visão dupla e obriga a multiplas intervenções para reverter as cirurgias e eu ficar como estou!!! Que se, eu quisesse, me aconselharia outro colega porque ele não me operaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusos, eu também, nao percebo como é que é possivel que 2 especialistas no prazo de 2 meses me digam coisas tão diferentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois parece que tenho de desarrumar e aprender a encarar mais esta fase tentando que meu filho sofra o menos possível com os comentarios "crueis" das crianças, como lhe vou explicar que a mãe olha para ele mesmo que pareça que está a olhar para outro lado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma coisa importantissima nisto tudo e, nisso, os especialistas concordam, eu vejo bem, nem de óculos preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o mais importante não é? Então porque é que não consigo deixar de estar triste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-4095535917030882810?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4095535917030882810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=4095535917030882810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4095535917030882810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4095535917030882810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-olhar-diferenteo-que-nunca-consegui.html' title='um olhar diferente...o que nunca consegui escrever'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SuDfxaEQzNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EAC4oGxbIWQ/s72-c/olhares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-8264009479536228565</id><published>2009-09-24T00:30:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:56:27.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>retratos da minha FAMILIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srq0bRO5LnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7_1zk_Kk-FE/s1600-h/DSC03111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srq0bRO5LnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7_1zk_Kk-FE/s320/DSC03111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384814685050187378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brincar com o avô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srq0BcU_wOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/x0M9afy2LZA/s1600-h/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srq0BcU_wOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/x0M9afy2LZA/s320/DSC03001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384814241351975138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tomar café com a avó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqy4nmwYgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oijGY1wOvnM/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqy4nmwYgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oijGY1wOvnM/s320/DSC03093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384812990248804866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um passeio num sábado à tarde com os primos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SrqxoZcrxaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ifM2bjiq1Oo/s1600-h/DSC03102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SrqxoZcrxaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ifM2bjiq1Oo/s320/DSC03102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384811612058928546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rebolar na relva com a mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqx8nA1eDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PJDyV80Gv0E/s1600-h/DSC03056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqx8nA1eDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PJDyV80Gv0E/s320/DSC03056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384811959297603634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acelerar na festa de anos do Tomás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqwebvf51I/AAAAAAAAAOw/2PqUPbYT2E4/s1600-h/DSC03069_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqwebvf51I/AAAAAAAAAOw/2PqUPbYT2E4/s320/DSC03069_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384810341364393810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois de fazer os "trabalhos de casa",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SrqySrD97-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/cBBJ5tulVbw/s1600-h/DSC03059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SrqySrD97-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/cBBJ5tulVbw/s320/DSC03059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384812338341605346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vou dar uma voltinha...Prometo que não demoro:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqw9joeazI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RO98eYidufY/s1600-h/DSC03007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srqw9joeazI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RO98eYidufY/s320/DSC03007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384810876058364722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para a cama?!! Já!!!não querooooo....&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/12464094-8264009479536228565?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8264009479536228565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=8264009479536228565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8264009479536228565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8264009479536228565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/09/retratos-da-minha-familia.html' title='retratos da minha FAMILIA'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Srq0bRO5LnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7_1zk_Kk-FE/s72-c/DSC03111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-5628264629127389291</id><published>2009-09-08T22:34:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:54:26.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o que temos feito</title><content type='html'>Terminadas que estão as férias, vamos aproveitando os dias de sol aos fins-de-semana:) e vamos aprendendo a ser família a 3.&lt;br /&gt;Uma aprendizagem contínua, diária... com erros e sucessos mas com a certeza absoluta de que esta é a melhor fase da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379225795215413074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbZXEJuz1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/urd8tfwTfrQ/s320/DSC02993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbYyxtFbcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7pEQ2uUjlrk/s1600-h/DSC02969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379225171788131778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbYyxtFbcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7pEQ2uUjlrk/s320/DSC02969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo, depois de um fim de semana, a tornar a casa à prova de Vicente:) fomos passear, saímos sem rumo definido e acabamos a ver o por-do-sol. Aqui a descansar num pouf na Vagueira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já adquiriu alguma "independência" na aquisição da marcha, nada melhor do que um espaço ao ar livre. Aqui, na Costa Nova, há uma pista à beira Ria mesmo a pedir umas caminhadas do bebe andador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbWHjIzQwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/x6tlmw-bg38/s1600-h/DSC02945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379222230120219394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbWHjIzQwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/x6tlmw-bg38/s320/DSC02945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbWjf3m_EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/H-7G4FpY3JQ/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379222710279142466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbWjf3m_EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/H-7G4FpY3JQ/s320/DSC02899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sábado, andámos de BUGA! Desde do Fórum até ao canal de S.Roque, pedalámos, cantámos e fomos dizendo adeus aos moliceiros que iam passando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos de ferry para S. Jacinto, vimos piu, piu's (gaivotas), qua, qua's (patos), muitos barcos, peixinhos e tivemos direito a muitos abraços e muitos beijinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbXP2d4NWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jmt8DAde_eA/s1600-h/DSC02955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379223472259478882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbXP2d4NWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jmt8DAde_eA/s320/DSC02955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Sqba15WCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/enuBCjlmxGo/s1600-h/DSC02924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379227424401811346" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Sqba15WCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/enuBCjlmxGo/s320/DSC02924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cá em casa ainda não temos Fibra mas que somos campeões em fios e equipamentos electrónicos, não há dúvida. Como filho de peixe sabe nadar, filho de Sérgio sabe treinar... Wiiii:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já na caminha na companhia dos Quá's, são 10 minutos de brincadeira, 5 minutos de mimo, e uma noite inteira de soninho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-5628264629127389291?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5628264629127389291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=5628264629127389291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5628264629127389291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5628264629127389291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-temos-feito.html' title='o que temos feito'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SqbZXEJuz1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/urd8tfwTfrQ/s72-c/DSC02993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-3063386715694119502</id><published>2009-08-15T22:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:07:34.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>24x24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SocvCU-JywI/AAAAAAAAANg/_e85LCms1Ss/s1600-h/DSC02841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370312797698247426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SocvCU-JywI/AAAAAAAAANg/_e85LCms1Ss/s320/DSC02841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor de férias é poder aproveitar cada minuto da tua vida. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos 14 meses és uma surpresa constante, cada dia descubro em ti uma habilidade nova, uma expressão, uma outra palavra e até algumas manhas... desmanchas todos com uns xis apertados e uns beijos repenicados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SoctiVzckkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/H4ZmglD6ITw/s1600-h/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370311148654334530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SoctiVzckkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/H4ZmglD6ITw/s320/IMG_0375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas férias descobri um Vicente "pato de água", quer no mar, quer na piscina, comeu "quilos" de areia e gatinhou até cair para o lado (literalmente!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta ultima semana em que o pai já foi trabalhar e temos estado mais sozinhos vou percebendo as birras e os mimos e andamos sempre a passear de um lado para o outro de mão dada. És um companheirão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho de aproveitar bem, porque começas já a dar os primeiros passos sozinho e qualquer dia já nao queres a minha mão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Socue3LZ_YI/AAAAAAAAANY/x_HniWFAzlg/s1600-h/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3063386715694119502?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3063386715694119502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3063386715694119502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3063386715694119502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3063386715694119502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/08/24x24.html' title='24x24'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SocvCU-JywI/AAAAAAAAANg/_e85LCms1Ss/s72-c/DSC02841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-2631071452932282058</id><published>2009-07-21T00:29:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:11:17.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o que temos andado a fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmUGic9aIiI/AAAAAAAAANI/Rx4WIIZvIH4/s1600-h/DSC02325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmUGic9aIiI/AAAAAAAAANI/Rx4WIIZvIH4/s320/DSC02325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360698120413520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmUGStQ9HgI/AAAAAAAAANA/LI-eyLdTeAs/s1600-h/DSC02328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmUGStQ9HgI/AAAAAAAAANA/LI-eyLdTeAs/s320/DSC02328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360697849912565250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmUASpYj57I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ew7gc1Xe_yA/s1600-h/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmUASpYj57I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ew7gc1Xe_yA/s320/DSC02483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360691251800958898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT__c_6NQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/60NJbCIKhFc/s1600-h/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT__c_6NQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/60NJbCIKhFc/s320/DSC02461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360690922058822914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT_o2crn9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/4pq_UjTtjYk/s1600-h/DSC02385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT_o2crn9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/4pq_UjTtjYk/s320/DSC02385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360690533753397202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT_Tbm8M7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GTwkdWxqCFA/s1600-h/DSC02339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT_Tbm8M7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GTwkdWxqCFA/s320/DSC02339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360690165771416498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT_AWYA91I/AAAAAAAAAMY/FHJkqGry-6o/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT_AWYA91I/AAAAAAAAAMY/FHJkqGry-6o/s320/DSC02449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360689837949122386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT-sYlFFuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NQ7WVBBcmeE/s1600-h/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT-sYlFFuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NQ7WVBBcmeE/s320/DSC02321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360689494943405794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT-M40FWOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EC6RJ95KEF8/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmT-M40FWOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EC6RJ95KEF8/s320/DSC02279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360688953840457954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piscina, praia, e muitos passeios e brincadeiras!!! ser bébé com estes pais cansa! Deixa-me fazer uma sestinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-2631071452932282058?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2631071452932282058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=2631071452932282058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2631071452932282058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2631071452932282058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-temos-andado-fazer.html' title='o que temos andado a fazer'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SmUGic9aIiI/AAAAAAAAANI/Rx4WIIZvIH4/s72-c/DSC02325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-1527533313270850890</id><published>2009-06-05T10:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:50:57.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>há um ano atrás</title><content type='html'>Há um ano atrás , a esta hora, estava deitada numa maca no hospital a ouvir o teu coração bater.&lt;br /&gt;Há um ano atrás ainda não sabia que seria o dia em que passarias do aconchego da minha barriga para o aconchego dos meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Há um ano atrás fizemos "a viagem" mais radical das nossas vidas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-1527533313270850890?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1527533313270850890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=1527533313270850890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1527533313270850890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1527533313270850890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-um-ano-atras.html' title='há um ano atrás'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-6280502566223691848</id><published>2009-05-09T14:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:00:33.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SgWHjL5h-EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SaZdxkowPzQ/s1600-h/Anos+da+Mae+20+Marco+de+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SgWHjL5h-EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SaZdxkowPzQ/s320/Anos+da+Mae+20+Marco+de+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333818372249483330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta fotografia reúne a minha avó e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todos &lt;/span&gt;os seus filhos no dia em que fez 97 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Na moldura de fundo está a minha avó e o meu avô.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me lembro de ver este quadro, ou seja, não tenho nenhuma outra memória de os ver todos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Não somos uma família unida, daquelas que partilham Natais, alegrias e tristezas... Nunca fomos.&lt;br /&gt;As circunstancias fizeram com que 6 deles vivessem a maior parte da sua vida em outros países a trabalhar mas mesmo os que vivem a meia dúzia de quilómetros vivem a sua vida à distancia.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho esta vivência entre irmãos?! Agora que a vida faz com que também eu tenha quilómetros de distancia a separar-me da minha irmã. Há separações físicas que ligam ainda mais as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Estar longe fe(a)z com que estejamos mais próximas, mais atentas, mais ligadas do que alguma vez estivemos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6280502566223691848?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6280502566223691848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6280502566223691848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6280502566223691848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6280502566223691848'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SfZBL-zTYFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yRJdwTMUvTg/s1600-h/DSCN7227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SfZBL-zTYFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yRJdwTMUvTg/s320/DSCN7227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329518883132104786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicente, versão mimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SfZApk8w3HI/AAAAAAAAALw/UFXPhzeXPrQ/s1600-h/DSCN7222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SfZApk8w3HI/AAAAAAAAALw/UFXPhzeXPrQ/s320/DSCN7222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329518292076911730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicente, versao coooooca;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SfZALZhHuAI/AAAAAAAAALo/a5T2xJSEHZI/s1600-h/DSCN7208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SfZALZhHuAI/AAAAAAAAALo/a5T2xJSEHZI/s320/DSCN7208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329517773612103682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SfY-rUsfTGI/AAAAAAAAALg/i50O3A2j1DY/s1600-h/DSCN7219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" 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type='text'>quase 8 meses de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SYdypGURvPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qx2MqE7b8Vg/s1600-h/tete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298329537020542194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SYdypGURvPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qx2MqE7b8Vg/s320/tete.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olá, faltam 3 dias para fazer 8 meses. Ja não venho aqui dar novidades desde do ano passado!!! Entretanto já tenho dois dentes, fico muito tempo sentado a brincar com os meus brinquedos. Ultimamente tenho andado meio chateadinho: tenho uma tosse que me faz ficar muito cansado e até vomitar se a tosse vier depois de ter comido:( O tempo tem estado tão feio: chuva, vento e frio e até neve!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prometo voltar em breve para contar mais coisas,agora vou ali tomar o meu remedio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6656050053258956502?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6656050053258956502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6656050053258956502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6656050053258956502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6656050053258956502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/quase-8-meses-de-ti.html' title='quase 8 meses de ti'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SYdypGURvPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qx2MqE7b8Vg/s72-c/tete.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-691283459874282947</id><published>2008-12-26T15:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:15:38.679Z</updated><title type='text'>o melhor natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SVT0ycemIDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bjQudJS7GQQ/s1600-h/VicenteNatal01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284117410287591474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SVT0ycemIDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bjQudJS7GQQ/s320/VicenteNatal01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Não há prenda maior do que um sorriso destes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Obrigada a todos:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-691283459874282947?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/691283459874282947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=691283459874282947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/691283459874282947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/691283459874282947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-melhor-natal.html' title='o melhor natal'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SVT0ycemIDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bjQudJS7GQQ/s72-c/VicenteNatal01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-756868029831579577</id><published>2008-12-05T16:27:00.015Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:12:46.029Z</updated><title type='text'>Já 6 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STleOUTMI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qt0D13sKZM4/s1600-h/sentado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276352038501622770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STleOUTMI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qt0D13sKZM4/s200/sentado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STleHmqxopI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s4m9yXgXvrg/s1600-h/rir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276351923173302930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STleHmqxopI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s4m9yXgXvrg/s200/rir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STld_q6uNdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eBkT0vHDjxY/s1600-h/cusco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276351786874975698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STld_q6uNdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eBkT0vHDjxY/s200/cusco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STldub1MmpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Aa6YHK5F-5k/s1600-h/comida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276351490767493778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STldub1MmpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Aa6YHK5F-5k/s200/comida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STleuAyiZaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hNTH23gUGI0/s1600-h/cadeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276352583020209570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STleuAyiZaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hNTH23gUGI0/s200/cadeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276351660167295554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STld4S5QckI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vpCD1VyZ7Ww/s200/computador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu amor tem 6 meses!!! Cresce a olhos vistos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já se &lt;strong&gt;senta &lt;/strong&gt;apoiado,&lt;strong&gt; ri&lt;/strong&gt; com as palhaçadas, e quando chamamos pelo seu nome olha logo aliás como &lt;strong&gt;olha para todo lado&lt;/strong&gt; em busca dos sons e das pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começou a &lt;strong&gt;comer&lt;/strong&gt; sopa e fruta no fim de semana passado e para não variar (é um anjo, este meu menino) não fez cara feia elá vai "mamando" na colher. Adora estar na &lt;strong&gt;cadeira da papa&lt;/strong&gt; (prenda da Lili, do Francisco e do Martim), parece um menino grande!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, se dúvidas houvesse, ele é mesmo nosso filho - não pode ver um &lt;strong&gt;computador&lt;/strong&gt; à frente que desata logo a mexer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-756868029831579577?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/756868029831579577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=756868029831579577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/756868029831579577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/756868029831579577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/j-6-meses.html' title='Já 6 meses'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/STleOUTMI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qt0D13sKZM4/s72-c/sentado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-3960289888510311691</id><published>2008-11-27T22:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:03:58.668Z</updated><title type='text'>amor crescente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SS8lcX4jBwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bdYCFDlej6Q/s1600-h/quadro.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273474858051897090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SS8lcX4jBwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bdYCFDlej6Q/s400/quadro.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que cresces, o meu amor por ti consegue crescer ainda mais!&lt;br /&gt;Amo cada sorriso e cada choro, o teu cheiro, as tuas mãos nas minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;És a minha grande força.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3960289888510311691?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3960289888510311691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3960289888510311691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3960289888510311691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3960289888510311691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor-crescente.html' title='amor crescente'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SS8lcX4jBwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bdYCFDlej6Q/s72-c/quadro.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-8838828872083806663</id><published>2008-11-06T00:27:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:58:21.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicente'/><title type='text'>Faço 5 meses e vim aqui dar noticias</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SRI6sHDjz4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MVws4ankxaM/s1600-h/DSCN6712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265335443832164226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SRI6sHDjz4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MVws4ankxaM/s200/DSCN6712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olá, estou por aqui há 5 meses e o frio está por cá há uns dias a esta parte e vai daí a minha mãe enfiou-me aqui!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi uma prenda da minha madrinha que, apesar de não gostar muito da ideia de eu estar "ensacado" foi a correr comprar este saco de dormir porque a minha mãe estava na conversa com ela e calhou de falar nisso e ela, que é um amor foi à procura e cá estou eu, na minha versão esquimó... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ontem fui ao médico e já sei que meço 64cm e peso 7.120gr. Ouvi-os falar que estou bem e que qualquer dia já me vão dar sopa. Não sei bem o que isso é, mas quero provar!!! e por falar em provar agora também me começaram a dar um líquido numa colher, dizem que aquilo vai fazer passar a minha tosse,  hummm... para a semana digo alguma coisa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje recebi uma prenda da minha tia!!!! Agora tenho um babete lindo por cada dia da semana! Ela adivinhou que eu ando a babar-me aos litros e que precisava de uns babetes grandes para não ficar molhadinho. OBRIGADO TIA, estou a armazenar um milhao de beijos para ti. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agora vou fazer um soninho grande. Até amanhã"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-8838828872083806663?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8838828872083806663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=8838828872083806663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8838828872083806663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8838828872083806663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/fao-5-meses.html' title='Faço 5 meses e vim aqui dar noticias'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SRI6sHDjz4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MVws4ankxaM/s72-c/DSCN6712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-1720114478021385535</id><published>2008-10-31T19:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:19:40.754Z</updated><title type='text'>heranças</title><content type='html'>... o contacto da pele transmite amor, mas também faz aumentar a hormona ocitocina que funciona como tranquilizante e diminui a ansiedade. A experiência deixa marcas. O bebé que gozou de contacto físico, mais tarde irá também ser capaz de proposrcionar contacto. Um ser humano que não descobre cedo na vida que a ternura é transmitida através da pele poderá reagir posteriormente com suspeição ou rejeição. Isso terá consequências, tanto nas suas futuras relações amorosas adultas, como na forma de tratar os próprios filhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in mãe pela primeira vez - Gro Nylander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-1720114478021385535?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1720114478021385535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=1720114478021385535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1720114478021385535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1720114478021385535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/heranas.html' title='heranças'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-7223713396393127263</id><published>2008-10-22T21:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:47:05.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ti simplesmente porque gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SP-e_LBYyCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/duksimLgwyk/s1600-h/DSCN6692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260097697919584290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SP-e_LBYyCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/duksimLgwyk/s320/DSCN6692.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;Adivinha quanto eu gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já pensei dar-te uma flor, com um bilhete,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas nem sei o que escrever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto as pernas a tremer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando sorris para mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando deixo de te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem jogar comigo um jogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu por ti e tu por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fecha os olhos e adivinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto é que eu gosto de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ti desde aqui até à Lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ti desde a Lua até aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ti simplesmente porque gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é tão bom viver assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando a ver se me decido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como te vou dizer, como hei-de te contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até Já fiz um avião&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um papel azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas voou da minha mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes eu parei à tua porta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes nem olhaste para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes eu pedi que adivinhasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto é que eu gosto de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andre sardet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-7223713396393127263?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7223713396393127263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=7223713396393127263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7223713396393127263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7223713396393127263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosto-de-ti-simplesmente-porque-gosto.html' title='Gosto de ti simplesmente porque gosto'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SP-e_LBYyCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/duksimLgwyk/s72-c/DSCN6692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-785629480027934277</id><published>2008-09-26T12:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:37:13.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-saudades</title><content type='html'>O meu Vicente tem 3 meses e 3 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, na consulta do pediatra, depois de "limpar toda a baba de mãe" pela simpatia e risos com que brinda todas as pessoas, pela certificação que continua saudável com os percentis todos no 50 e a luz verde para continuar a alimentação exclusiva com leite materno, trouxemos as receitas das vitaminas e vacinas e a declaração para o infantário. Sim, porque está a chegar uma nova fase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uma semana de começar a trabalhar a tempo inteiro começo já a sentir a tua falta. Nunca fui de "sofrer" antecipadamente, mas ser mãe muda as pessoas. Confesso que não sei quem depende mais de quem, seguramente que dependo muito mais de ti para que o meu dia tenha sentido:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quase 1 ano descobri que estavas dentro de mim, há quase 4 meses posso abraçar-te, cheirar-te e mimar-te a toda a hora, tenho de aprender a controlar-me e a não ceder ao desejo de estar sempre contigo, ou de ir ao infantario de hora a hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez numa espécie de compensação, tento aproveitar ao máximo estes dias, temos feito uns passeios grandes aproveitando este sol de Outono, passo horas a vigiar-te o sono e só me apetece encher-te de beijos e dar-te horas de colo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa vida vai mudar mas vamos habituar-nos a viver cada despedida e a festejar cada reencontro diário!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-785629480027934277?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/785629480027934277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=785629480027934277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/785629480027934277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/785629480027934277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/09/pre-saudades.html' title='Pre-saudades'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-4563408861456667911</id><published>2008-09-15T23:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:29:45.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-vinda princesa!!!</title><content type='html'>11 de Setembro - 23:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a G e para o D&lt;br /&gt;Esta data vai acompanhar-vos para sempre como um dos dias mais importantes das vossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que o fruto do vosso amor se apresentou ao mundo: serena, rosada, perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti princesa&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, sê bem-vinda, estaremos sempre aqui para ti. Beijos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-4563408861456667911?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4563408861456667911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=4563408861456667911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4563408861456667911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4563408861456667911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/09/bem-vinda-princesa.html' title='Bem-vinda princesa!!!'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-60514655395429528</id><published>2008-09-08T22:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:28:42.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>felic(idades) - 3 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SM7ei7eCiLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uzVko5s7d_k/s1600-h/Vicente+Cardoso+04311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246375307593812146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SM7ei7eCiLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uzVko5s7d_k/s320/Vicente+Cardoso+04311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SMWbay0mmwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PzSX01rHUzw/s1600-h/DSCN6755.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 5 de Setembro passaram 3 meses desde o dia em que nasceu o meu Vicente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 meses e 3 dias de deslumbramento...e Descobertas: já noto as diferenças: está mais desperto, mais crescido e atento a todos os sons que rodeiam, até o chorinho já é mais intenso:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubro o Sérgio PAI: que muda as fraldas, perde-se em mimos e conversas patetas, descubro-o a olhar para ele enquanto dorme,... gosto tanto de os ver os dois juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubro-me mãe, filha, irmã, nora, cunhada, tia, mulher... Papéis que obrigam a uma melhor organização e gestão do tempo. Nunca como agora tive tão dependente do relógio, nunca como agora essa dependência me faz sentir tão realizada e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubro que não há horas de sono que valham o sorriso com que me brindas:). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Descubro que és o melhor que tenho! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-60514655395429528?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/60514655395429528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=60514655395429528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/60514655395429528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/60514655395429528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/09/felicidades-3-meses.html' title='felic(idades) - 3 meses'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SM7ei7eCiLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uzVko5s7d_k/s72-c/Vicente+Cardoso+04311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-6238527306326248633</id><published>2008-08-05T23:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:24:03.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na gaveta dos tesouros</title><content type='html'>Quando nasce um bebe nasce igualmente uma mãe e ser mãe é a melhor sensação do mundo!Descubro cada dia uma especie de amor diferente, enorme, incondicional, indiferente aos sonos trocados e aos choros.&lt;br /&gt;Há exactamente 2 meses estava pasmada a olhar para a melhor parte de mim. Recordo agora como passei horas a olhar, a abraçar, a cheirar o nosso bebe. Fiquei contigo na minha cama durante toda a noite, como podia deixar-te num berço "longe" de mim depois de 9 meses dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vigio o teu sono, reparo como estás crescido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Já palras imenso e de vez em quando dá uns guinchinhos deliciosos;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Às vezes quando fazemos coisas esquisitas, franzes o sobrolho, como a pensar "o que é que estes doidos estão a fazer?";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enquanto palras dás muito aos pés;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Também fazes muitas vezes beicinho, que é de derreter o coração;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sabemos que estás para acordar para comer quando começas a esfregar a cara toda;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continuas com posições muito engraçadas para dormir;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fazes muitas bolhinhas com a boca;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continuas com imensos soluços, tal como na minha barriga;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adoras o banho, ou como diz a "padrinha", vai ser naturista porque gostas mesmo é de estar sem roupa:);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reclamas se não te ligam e cuscas tudo à sua volta;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dás uns arrotos "à homem";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quando mamas ou quando estas ao colo para dormir procuras agarrar sempre a nossa roupa ou a não havendo roupa a pele tambem serve;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abraço-te e deixo-te dormir mais um bocadinho no meu peito antes de te deitar no berço. Fecho os olhos e cheiro-te.&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos que ficam arrumados naquela gaveta do coração onde só há lugar para os tesouros dos afectos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6238527306326248633?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6238527306326248633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6238527306326248633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6238527306326248633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6238527306326248633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-meses-de-encantamento.html' title='na gaveta dos tesouros'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-3655740349870249745</id><published>2008-07-26T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:03:20.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Avós I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comemora-se o Dia dos Avôs e Avós em &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="26 de julho" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/26_de_julho"&gt;26 de julho&lt;/a&gt;. E esse dia foi escolhido para a comemoração porque é o dia de &lt;a title="Santa Ana" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Ana"&gt;Santa Ana&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a title="São Joaquim" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Joaquim"&gt;São Joaquim&lt;/a&gt;, pais de Maria e avós de &lt;a title="Jesus Cristo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_Cristo"&gt;Jesus Cristo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Século I a.C. - Conta a história que Ana e seu marido, Joaquim, viviam em Nazaré e não tinham filhos, mas sempre rezavam pedindo que o Senhor lhes enviasse uma criança. Apesar da idade avançada do casal, um anjo do Senhor apareceu e comunicou que Ana estava grávida, e eles tiveram a graça de ter uma menina abençoada a quem batizaram de Maria. Santa Ana morreu quando a menina tinha apenas 3 anos. Devido à sua história, Santa Ana é considerada a padroeira das mulheres grávidas e dos que desejam ter filhos. Maria cresceu conhecendo e amando a Deus e foi por ele a escolhida para ser Mãe de Seu Filho Jesus. São Joaquim e Santa Ana são os padroeiros dos avôs e avós.&lt;br /&gt;Obtido em "&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_dos_Av%C3%B4s_e_das_Av%C3%B3s"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_dos_Av%C3%B4s_e_das_Av%C3%B3s&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3655740349870249745?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3655740349870249745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3655740349870249745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3655740349870249745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3655740349870249745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/dia-dos-avs-i.html' title='Dia dos Avós I'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-3030194693735846423</id><published>2008-06-18T19:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:33:12.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a minha família</title><content type='html'>Há 2 anos (18.06.06) reunimos um conjunto de amigos e festejamos o amor. &lt;div&gt;2 anos depois tenho a prova desse amor nos meus braços!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partilhar a vida com alguém que se ama, que está sempre ao nosso lado é uma equação de sorte, companheirismo e respeito. Ter um filho é uma benção e um compromisso vitalicio com a generosidade.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Vicente é uma parte de nós, a melhor parte de nós!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando há 2 anos celebrámos o casamento estava longe de imaginar que era possivel sentir-me inundada de um amor maior como sinto hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3030194693735846423?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3030194693735846423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3030194693735846423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3030194693735846423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3030194693735846423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-famlia.html' title='a minha família'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-6712093873316945945</id><published>2008-06-11T23:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:58:59.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>05-06-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SFBYj6sCXjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2dMBX2hhQUs/s1600-h/IMGP6010bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SFBYj6sCXjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2dMBX2hhQUs/s320/IMGP6010bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210762142940290610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 6 dias sou uma pessoa diferente, experimento diariamente um sabor a felicidade incapaz de tradução no nosso abecedario.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12464094-6712093873316945945?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6712093873316945945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6712093873316945945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6712093873316945945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6712093873316945945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/05-06-08.html' title='05-06-08'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SFBYj6sCXjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2dMBX2hhQUs/s72-c/IMGP6010bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-7258972546132124051</id><published>2008-05-29T11:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:01:18.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sentados à espera</title><content type='html'>Estamos a 2 dias do fim do mês de Maio, pela janela vê-se um céu cinzento, as árvores a abanarem ao ritmo de um vento que teima em fazer-nos companhia e a "puxar" a chuva das nuvens que povoam o céu. Está um tempo estranho para fim de uma Primavera que não existiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi dia de consulta. As 37 semanas, o Vicente continua sentado, sem grande vontade ou espaço para piruetas que favoreçam um parto natural. Ouvimos o coração que bate certinho e cheio de vitalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Temos consulta daqui a 2 semanas, se entretanto as contrações aumentarem ou exista qualquer outro sinal, pegamos nas malas já feitas e rumamos ao hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou brincando dizendo que ele está a espera de tudo estar pronto para o receber...Há tantas coisas novas que planeamos: a cozinha, as janelas, o carro... Nenhum destes planos respeitou as datas acordadas e demoram mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queres ficar até as 40 semanas?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O padrinho D e a G , a madrinha S e M vão por coincidencia de ferias na semana de 7 a 14, a tia Lena e o tio Ricardo chega a 19, o meu amor vai fazer a vontade a todos os que já o amam e vai nascer quando tiver as pessoas todas perto dele para lhe darem as boas vindas e eu vou matando ja as saudades nestas 3 semanas de te ter dentro de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-7258972546132124051?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7258972546132124051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=7258972546132124051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7258972546132124051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7258972546132124051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/05/sentados-espera.html' title='sentados à espera'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-2726498727704740466</id><published>2008-05-23T13:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:54:28.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>em contagem decrescente</title><content type='html'>Vejo por todo lado relógios em contagem decrescente para grandes eventos: é o rock in rio, é o europeu de futebol, pois também eu estou de olho no calendário para o melhor dos acontecimentos:) ... com a diferença que eu não tenho uma data certa... será com certeza algures até à primeira quinzena do mês de Junho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento estamos assim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SDa-FJtCfTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FsIyq8TnDbQ/s1600-h/estamosassim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203555415186636082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SDa-FJtCfTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FsIyq8TnDbQ/s320/estamosassim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SDa8dZtCfSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QOpQCflmwcI/s1600-h/estamosassim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-2726498727704740466?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2726498727704740466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=2726498727704740466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2726498727704740466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2726498727704740466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/05/em-contagem-decrescente.html' title='em contagem decrescente'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SDa-FJtCfTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FsIyq8TnDbQ/s72-c/estamosassim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-6938461830853175003</id><published>2008-04-24T14:56:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:07:12.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o nosso vicente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SBCR_lcDp5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J0IrRbZKtJE/s320/foto1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192810891925759890" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apresento-vos o Vicente as 31 semanas  5 dias :). Ecografia morfologica do 3º trimestre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O avanço da tecnologia permite-nos esta maravilha de poder ver ainda na barriga o nosso amor maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6938461830853175003?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6938461830853175003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6938461830853175003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6938461830853175003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6938461830853175003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-nosso-vicente.html' title='o nosso vicente'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/SBCR_lcDp5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J0IrRbZKtJE/s72-c/foto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-658384240983014179</id><published>2008-03-25T19:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:57:55.710Z</updated><title type='text'>o meu Sérgio... em dose dupla:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R-lZMpIHHFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/roGJbS9R0I4/s1600-h/s%2Bb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R-lZMpIHHFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/roGJbS9R0I4/s320/s%2Bb.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181770919999642706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algum tempo uma amiga disse-me que achava engraçada a forma como trato o meu marido:) Quando falo dele a alguém habituei-me sempre a chamá-lo de meu Sérgio. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o meu Sérgio faz 30 anos !!! Com o seu jeito timido bem o ouço a atender os telefonemas e a distribuir obrigados, partilha comigo algumas sms e sei bem que jamais me dirá que houveram muitos que se esqueceram dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dia 19 de Março foi dia do Pai, e este ano tenho a certeza que foi um dia diferente para ele. Para o próximo ano teremos o nosso Vicente para lhe dar os mimos todos que merece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos um conjunto de amigos com filhos pequenos e com quem ele se dá de uma forma extraordinaria. Com os miúdos ri e brinca, é cumplice e desinibido ao contrario do que é com muitos dos adultos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Sérgio é &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt; e eu tenho muita sorte de poder partilhar a minha vida com alguém assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-658384240983014179?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/658384240983014179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=658384240983014179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/658384240983014179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/658384240983014179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-meu-srgio-em-dose-dupla.html' title='o meu Sérgio... em dose dupla:)'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R-lZMpIHHFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/roGJbS9R0I4/s72-c/s%2Bb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-3116687868049710915</id><published>2008-03-18T23:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:22:58.059Z</updated><title type='text'>crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R-BKR3gdSoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NuiKQJnOkE4/s1600-h/29fev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R-BKR3gdSoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NuiKQJnOkE4/s320/29fev.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179221242294389378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                Vicente - 26 semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Definitivamente as mulheres grávidas tornam-se adeptas de frases feitas... Sinto que vivo diariamente um milagre. Nesta fase em que a minha barriga cresce a olhos vistos, cresce uma cumplicidade enorme entre nós os dois. Dou comigo em grandes conversas e mimos e a sentir coisas que jamais conseguirei descrever. Que boa que é esta fase em que comunicamos um com o outro numa linguagem perfeita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Desde do inicio da gravidez passei pela fase da euforia e também do pânico. Euforia na descoberta e pânico quando me enchi de  medos, pensei se seria capaz de cuidar e colocar outra pessoa acima de tudo e de todos. Hoje, continuo com alguns medos mas não tenho dúvidas que o meu primeiro e ultimo pensamento já não é de trabalho ou comigo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12464094-3116687868049710915?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3116687868049710915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3116687868049710915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3116687868049710915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3116687868049710915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/03/crescer.html' title='crescer'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R-BKR3gdSoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NuiKQJnOkE4/s72-c/29fev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-8167057078683000548</id><published>2008-03-03T23:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:09:21.957Z</updated><title type='text'>8x4=32</title><content type='html'>"A razão da existência do ano bissexto é para corrigir a discrepância entre o ano-calendário convencional e o tempo de translação da Terra em volta do Sol - o ano solar. A Terra demora aproximadamente 365,25 dias solares ( 1 ano trópico) para dar uma volta completa ao redor do Sol, enquanto o ano-calendário comum (por convenção) tem 365 dias solares. Portanto, sobram aproximadamente 6 horas (0,25 dia) a cda ano solar. As horas excedentes são somadas e, a cada 4 anos, adicionadas ao calendário na forma de 1 dia ( 4x6h=1 dia). Este dia extra é incluído no mês de Fevereiro, que terá então 29 dias"&lt;div&gt;in wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ano de 1976 teve 29 dias no mês de Fevereiro e foi um domingo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12464094-8167057078683000548?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8167057078683000548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=8167057078683000548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8167057078683000548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8167057078683000548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/03/8x432.html' title='8x4=32'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-2397222254578939609</id><published>2008-02-21T22:25:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:12:30.113Z</updated><title type='text'>CARTA DE AMOR A UMA BARRIGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há textos que gostávamos de ter sido os autores, pois o canto das palavras é tão próximo do que sentimos que parecia impossível transpor para a escrita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O texto do Luís Gouveia Monteiro é disso um exemplo perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Barriga informe, do tamanho do mundo, toma bem conta de ti. Sítio mágico, redondinho, a vida és tu. Cresce, não deixes o mundo à tua espera. Talvez eu ainda não saiba, mas daqui a pouco - antes de ti - não havia nada.  Anda barriga, a única coisa que o sol queima é o desgosto, barriga. Não tenhas medo do mar, basta respeito. Não te salves, não percas tempo com isso e nunca compres uma mesa de café em que não possas descansar os sapatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se as tuas mãos forem brancas como as primeiras neves, poupa-lhes o negrume da espera. Trata de as oferecer por inteiro a quem vir em ti uma criança. Treina muito bem a memória, vais precisar de esquecer. Trata-me por tu. Curte música, gosta de coisas, abraça pessoas e anda de costas direitas. Aprende a falar em silêncio, com o corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bem podes argumentar que se está bem no quentinho, o quanto à gente custa a sair da cama pela manhã. Mas não me venhas dizer que os tempos estão maus. Lembra-te que todas as eras e todas as civilizações se queixam de paraísos perdidos. Vão sempre dizer-te que dantes é que era, nem que vivas mil anos. Desconfia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não deixes que ninguém te trate como se fosse mais ou menos que tu. Mais vale que te apaixones cedo pelos animais e que descubras depressa o mistério da natureza. Sabias que a alma dos cães é do tamanho das nossas? O universo ainda está todo por explicar, tens muito trabalho para fazer, anda. Ainda me vais explicar a teoria das cordas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É que tu, barriga, ainda és tudo o que nós já não podemos ser.Toda tu és potência, possibilidade e hipótese. Se espirras, constipa-nos. Toma o teu tempo, perde-te. Mas começa já a levantar cidades aí dentro. Mobila-te, vais precisar dos teus edificios, dessa roupa interior. Principalmente no Inverno. Estuda meteorologia para perceberes que o mau tempo é uma coisa exterior. Imagina a chuva e bebe muita água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anda cá ver isto, barriga do coração, sê curiosa. Expande-te, descobre o limite das coisas, o instante em que deixam de ser o que são e começam a ser outras coisas. Interessa-te pelas conversas idiotas, interessa-te por tudo. Deslumbra-te, deixa-te enganar. Muda tudo e recomeça. Não deixes a melhor roupa para o dia seguinte, usa-a. Ousa, nunca se sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ninguém sabe o que é a vida, a não ser tu. Mas eu acho que a vida é um ponto de embraiagem gigante, impossivel. As ciências deixaram outra vez de ser exactas, os principais mistérios continuam intactos. A gente precisa das crianças do futuro. A terra moral também é redonda. Levanta amarras, barriga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Escolhe um Deus que não venha da culpa. Organiza as tuas forças e não deixes que as tuas defesas te ataquem. Joga muito à bola, prepara-te para as coisas. Cuida do teu sistema nervoso, treina a atenção. Aprende a nadar porque os naufragos precisam da carta de marinheiro. Inventa, tem cuidado com o infinito, mas não o leves a sério. Não nos leves a sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pensa bem nas coisas e trata bem a tua mãe, que anda contigo ao colo, não falas peso. Quando entrares numa sala enche-a de luz. Se ainda levares as costas direitas vai ser mias fácil. Dá o peito, mas evita as balas. Todas as noites te lançarei feitiços ao umbigo, quando ainda não souberes o nome das coisas, apenas os sons, faz mais efeito. Farei promessas, hei-de pedir que gostes sempre de mim e que nunca me deixes. Não será a primeira vez, nem a última. Depois serás tu a encher-nos de magia. Vai valer a pena, barriga, manda-te ao mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O tempo anda devagar, no inicio. Aproveita para deixar coisas feitas, por exemplo as linguas. Aprende a gostar de estudar, é bem melhor do que trabalhar. Considera a hipótese de rebentares na véspera de um feriado para teres noites de aniversário a vida toda. HAvemos de te dar uma boa mesada para ofereceres flores às outras barrigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas, ó barriga, que sei eu? Tudo me parece também o contrário. Quero que cresças, hei-de querer que encolhas quando fores do meu tamanho. Não me ouças, barriga, anda só e depressa. Não quero que me salves, tem mais que fazer, mas faz de mim um homem e faz de ti um  miúdo."&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/12464094-2397222254578939609?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2397222254578939609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=2397222254578939609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2397222254578939609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2397222254578939609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/carta-de-amor-uma-barriga.html' title='CARTA DE AMOR A UMA BARRIGA'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-8378941762001199759</id><published>2008-02-08T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:02:31.838Z</updated><title type='text'>novidades pequeninas e boas:)</title><content type='html'>Este é, sem dúvida, o ano das novidades pequeninas:). &lt;div&gt;Tenho a imensa felicidade de ter à minha volta pessoas que, neste an0, partilham desta aventura de ser mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em Maio, Junho, Julho e Setembro vão ser muitas as famílias que vão crescer. O meu Vicente vai ter a imensa sorte de ter muitos amigos e amigas. A minha geração esta a dar origem a uma nova geração !!! Imagino a multiplicação de festas de aniversario para os proximos anos:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há constipação que impeça esta alegria imensa de partilhar com tantos amigos esta felicidade da VIDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12464094-8378941762001199759?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8378941762001199759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=8378941762001199759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8378941762001199759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8378941762001199759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/novidades-pequeninas-e-boas.html' title='novidades pequeninas e boas:)'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-3368316644529199510</id><published>2008-01-13T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:45:26.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Vicente</title><content type='html'>Significado: Latim Vicentius: "aquele que vence". Vicente é sensível e criativo. Vive com base nos seus sentimentos. Preocupa-se com o que os outros pensam dele. É um sedutor e usa esse trunfo para vencer na vida social e sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será???:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3368316644529199510?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3368316644529199510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3368316644529199510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3368316644529199510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3368316644529199510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/01/vicente.html' title='Vicente'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-2963737893345045729</id><published>2008-01-11T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:00:44.943Z</updated><title type='text'>e o resultado é...</title><content type='html'>Vamos ter um menino:)&lt;div&gt;Estamos muiiiiiiiito felizes!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-2963737893345045729?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2963737893345045729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=2963737893345045729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2963737893345045729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2963737893345045729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-o-resultado.html' title='e o resultado é...'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-3387741630664880679</id><published>2008-01-10T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:12:39.158Z</updated><title type='text'>actualização</title><content type='html'>Passam as horas, os dias e os anos... Todos os dias há coisas novas, que ás vezes fico triste de não ter tempo/disponibilidade para escrever tudo o que vivo e sinto.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natal, Ano Novo, prendas e mimos, ansiedades e momentos inesquecíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natal: grandes diferenças:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;foi o primeiro ano em que não passei a consoada com os meus pais, 30 anos depois descobri um natal com a minha também família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foi o primeiro natal com o meu feijão, já tão presente como se já estivesse cá fora;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a manhã de natal em viagem para o almoço em casa dos meus pais.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre o natal e a passagem de ano tirei férias:), 3 dias que pareceram nao existir tal a rapidez com que passaram e a quantidade de coisas que acabamos por não fazer. Temos agora um quarto com 3 pinturas e a precisar de uma 4ª demão graças ao papel de parede antes existente e retirado por 2 semi-profissionais:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos entusiasmados e temos a imensa sorte de termos amigos que têm muitas coisas que nos podem emprestar e gostavamos de arranjar tudo antes de ter uma barrigona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R4al36DNGQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MpyaVHSIMPA/s320/S%C3%A9rgio+%26+Clara+361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153989203466197250" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já agora aqui está a amostra no último dia do ano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3387741630664880679?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3387741630664880679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3387741630664880679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3387741630664880679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3387741630664880679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2008/01/actualizao.html' title='actualização'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R4al36DNGQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MpyaVHSIMPA/s72-c/S%C3%A9rgio+%26+Clara+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-5772987672471043715</id><published>2007-12-11T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:38:31.194Z</updated><title type='text'>o meu feijao cresceu:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R15n9Bd2rwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-5qjRTBPwTk/s1600-h/13semanas_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R15n9Bd2rwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-5qjRTBPwTk/s320/13semanas_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142662122567020290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R15n_Bd2rxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UeWusDG0CAI/s1600-h/13semanas_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R15n_Bd2rxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UeWusDG0CAI/s320/13semanas_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142662156926758674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R15nmxd2rvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3QwkVYQG8cA/s1600-h/13semanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R15nmxd2rvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3QwkVYQG8cA/s320/13semanas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142661740314930930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as 13 semanas és assim&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-5772987672471043715?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5772987672471043715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=5772987672471043715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5772987672471043715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5772987672471043715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-meu-feijao-cresceu.html' title='o meu feijao cresceu:)'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/R15n9Bd2rwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-5qjRTBPwTk/s72-c/13semanas_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-295336180260954684</id><published>2007-11-18T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:12:00.854Z</updated><title type='text'>1 ano de ti</title><content type='html'>Querido Martim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia daqui a muitos anos, se calhar vou dar-te a ler esta carta. A minha primeira carta para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Durante 9 meses foste um feijao que cresceu na barriga da Liliana.&lt;br /&gt;A 17 de Novembro nasceste e contigo nasceu uma mãe e um pai e dois pares de avós. Trouxeste uma alegria inigualável a todos que te rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;Eras tão pequenino... e cada cm, cada gesto novo fazem de cada semana que te vejo uma alegria e uma força. És a prova do milagre da vida e do amor.&lt;br /&gt;No teu 1.º ano desejamos que tenhas o melhor que podemos dar para que os teus passos sejam saudaveis e seguros!&lt;br /&gt;És um menino simpático e paciente que saltitou de colo em colo vezes sem conta sempre com um sorriso que nos enche de "baba".&lt;br /&gt;És um "rodinha 10" mas tens um brilho no olhar e uma energia que nenhum percentil pode medir:)&lt;br /&gt;beijos da madrinha e do padrinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-295336180260954684?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/295336180260954684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=295336180260954684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/295336180260954684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/295336180260954684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-ano-de-ti.html' title='1 ano de ti'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-8569381106041145382</id><published>2007-11-18T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:32:53.194Z</updated><title type='text'>... about the size of a grape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other changes abound: Your baby's heart finishes dividing into four chambers, and the valves start to form — as do her tiny teeth. The embryonic "tail" is completely gone. Your baby's organs, muscles, and nerves are kicking into gear. The external sex organs are there but won't be distinguishable as male or female for another few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-8569381106041145382?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8569381106041145382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=8569381106041145382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8569381106041145382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8569381106041145382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-size-of-grape.html' title='... about the size of a grape'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-5341207574819665069</id><published>2007-11-07T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:46:49.305Z</updated><title type='text'>about the size of a kidney bean</title><content type='html'>8 semanas e a primeira fotografia!&lt;br /&gt;14 mm que me inundam os olhos de uma alegria desconhecida:) no monitor 3 pixeis mexem-se, dizem-me que é o coração. O milagre da vida. Emoção maior. Neste canto das palavras, não encontro nenhuma que diga tudo o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RzI9-PglhKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/br1-U6A4z8g/s1600-h/Ecografia_8Semanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130231065052808354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RzI9-PglhKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/br1-U6A4z8g/s320/Ecografia_8Semanas.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/12464094-5341207574819665069?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5341207574819665069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=5341207574819665069&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5341207574819665069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5341207574819665069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-size-of-kidney-bean.html' title='about the size of a kidney bean'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RzI9-PglhKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/br1-U6A4z8g/s72-c/Ecografia_8Semanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-3356075306003628309</id><published>2007-10-31T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:44:30.969Z</updated><title type='text'>about the size of a blueberry</title><content type='html'>7 semanas&lt;br /&gt;.... e os primeiros enjoos:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3356075306003628309?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3356075306003628309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3356075306003628309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3356075306003628309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3356075306003628309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-size-of-blueberry.html' title='about the size of a blueberry'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-8090401260372968100</id><published>2007-10-26T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:02:38.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... about the size of a lentil bean</title><content type='html'>You're 6 weeks pregnant - 238 days to go:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.babycenter.com/b/?le=6Ge3&amp;amp;bl=t&amp;amp;pos=10&amp;amp;bs=mbtw&amp;amp;me=EFIi&amp;amp;pe=2Uuy9uk&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;This week's major developments&lt;/a&gt;: The nose, mouth, and ears that you'll spend so much time kissing in eight months are beginning to take shape. If you could &lt;a href="http://click.babycenter.com/b/?le=7ZEY&amp;amp;bl=t&amp;amp;pos=10&amp;amp;bs=mbtw&amp;amp;me=EFIi&amp;amp;pe=2Uuy9uk&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;see into your uterus&lt;/a&gt;, you'd find an oversize head and dark spots where your baby's eyes and nostrils are starting to form. His emerging ears are marked by small depressions on the sides of the head, and his arms and legs by protruding buds. His heart is beating about 100 to 160 times a minute — almost twice as fast as yours — and blood is beginning to course through his body. His intestines are developing, and the bud of tissue that will give rise to his lungs has appeared. His pituitary gland is forming, as are the rest of his brain, muscles, and bones. Right now, your baby is a quarter of an inch long, about the size of a lentil bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.babycenter.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-8090401260372968100?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8090401260372968100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=8090401260372968100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8090401260372968100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8090401260372968100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-size-of-lentil-bean.html' title='... about the size of a lentil bean'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-2598995088075031678</id><published>2007-10-18T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:01:37.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a sesame seed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5 semanas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your baby is about the size of a sesame seed and he looks more like a tiny tadpole than a human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/fetal-development-images-5-weeks?Ad=com.bc.common.AdInfo%4016e6c955"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.babycenter.com/fetal-development-images-5-weeks?Ad=com.bc.common.AdInfo%4016e6c955&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-2598995088075031678?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2598995088075031678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=2598995088075031678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2598995088075031678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2598995088075031678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/10/sesame-seed.html' title='a sesame seed...'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-944436780449337726</id><published>2007-10-16T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:38:55.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>junho 2008</title><content type='html'>Há muito tempo preenchi um daqueles questionários que perguntava como me via daqui a x anos, ao que respondi que me imaginava a viver numa casa de madeira com umas crianças a correr pela relva e a chamarem-me mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, os sonhos são objectivos que vamos perseguindo com vista a sua realização. E eu vou realizar mais um. Não, não comprei uma casa de madeira&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a 9 meses (+-), la para Junho terei nos meus braços um dos meus sonhos maiores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos deixar de partilhar com as pessoas que amamos esta alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos de orelha a orelha da mae clara, pai sergio e do bit (achamos que ainda não chegou a kb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-944436780449337726?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/944436780449337726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=944436780449337726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/944436780449337726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/944436780449337726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/10/junho-2008.html' title='junho 2008'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-6442749527639510769</id><published>2007-10-07T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:48:06.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aconchego(s)</title><content type='html'>Entrego-me à preguiça de um domingo: a manta, o chá acompanhado pelo bolo que o Sergio e o Afonso fizeram ontem ao fim do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias são mais pequenos e cinzentos, já apetece trocar a rua pelo sofa, ja fiz a lista de prendas para o natal e lavei a roupa de inverno.&lt;br /&gt;De estação em estação vou-me adaptando tentando aproveitar o melhor de cada momento sem condicionalismo de sol ou chuva... deve ser coisa da geração dos 30's :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6442749527639510769?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6442749527639510769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6442749527639510769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6442749527639510769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6442749527639510769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/10/aconchegos.html' title='aconchego(s)'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-5208065383472641491</id><published>2007-09-13T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:43:41.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o lado mau da generosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando gostamos de alguém é normal fazermos tudo o que nos é possivel para tornar mais fácil as suas vidas, ultrapassar as suas dificuldades, ajudar a levantar depois das quedas ou mesmo "pegar-lhes" ao colo para recuperarem forças sem deixarem de fazer o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao longo de muitas experiências da minha vida tenho assistido/vivido a situações assim... aliás quando olho à minha volta reconheço demasiadas situações onde as ajudas de outros fazem com que as pessoas se acomodem a uma situação e não lutem por melhorar/resolver as suas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A generosidade de alguns podem impedir-nos a todos de crescer, de assumir as nossas responsabilidades, tendo "as costas quentes", acreditamos que tudo acaba por se resolver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar/ajudar incondicionalmente será o melhor que podemos fazer por quem amamos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada vez tenho mais dúvidas...sinto que nos enganamos quando "empurramos as mais importantes decisões com a barriga", sem estabelecermos um limite/prazo para dizer e basta e mudar.&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/12464094-5208065383472641491?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5208065383472641491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=5208065383472641491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5208065383472641491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5208065383472641491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-lado-mau-da-generosidade.html' title='o lado mau da generosidade'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-5781436159537377539</id><published>2007-09-06T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:53:58.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o melhor de nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A idade, a experiência, o que vivemos e vemos viver ensina-nos tanto se tivermos os olhos atentos e os ouvidos disponíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As horas vão fugindo apagando os dias numa furia que não deixa espaço para olharmos e vermos o lado bom. Gastamos demasiado a ver o mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprender a aceitar os outros como são. Potenciar o melhor de nós e dos outros. Novo exercício diário, em vez de agachamentos e alongamentos há que treinar o músculo da generosidade e da exigência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A valorização daqueles que, connosco, ajudam a construir a nossa vida é o mínimo que devemos uns aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-5781436159537377539?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5781436159537377539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=5781436159537377539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5781436159537377539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/5781436159537377539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-melhor-de-ns.html' title='o melhor de nós'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-4897851841176748243</id><published>2007-08-21T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:14:03.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...do verbo amar</title><content type='html'>Há pessoas que entram na nossa vida e nos conquistam. Com o tempo ganham espaço no armário do peito, na gaveta esquerda dos especiais.&lt;br /&gt;Há porém outros seres que, não sendo mais que um feijãozinho numa barriga, se espreguiçam e fazem arrumar-se melhor os habitantes dessa gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim com o meu agora afilhado Martim.&lt;br /&gt;É dificil amar-te mais por ser tua madrinha. Serias sempre meu, mesmo que não fosses afilhado. És o fruto de um amor lindo que tive a honra de igualmente apadrinhar e a ti prometo proteger-te durante toda a nossa vida ajudando em tudo que puder para que sejas um homem generoso e lutador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-4897851841176748243?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4897851841176748243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=4897851841176748243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4897851841176748243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4897851841176748243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-verbo-amar.html' title='...do verbo amar'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-4374078628709716609</id><published>2007-08-09T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:51:26.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinturas'/><title type='text'>renovações :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este é, sem dúvida, um verão atípico...e não estou a referir-me ao facto de em pleno mes de agosto estar de MANTA no sofa!!! Habitualmente associa-se a renovação a outras estações como a Primavera ou o Outono mas este Verão eu estou "mentalmente" na fase da Primavera: redescubro em mim uma vontade imensa de criar: pinto paredes e azulejos, arranco papel de parede, forro armarios e invento quadros, escrevo...que saudades já tinha de mim assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-4374078628709716609?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4374078628709716609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=4374078628709716609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4374078628709716609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/4374078628709716609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/08/renovaes.html' title='renovações :)'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-523314335751691727</id><published>2007-07-13T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:34:17.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Põe quanto és...No mínimo que fazes</title><content type='html'>Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada&lt;br /&gt;Teu exagera ou exclui.&lt;br /&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és&lt;br /&gt;No mínimo que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Assim em cada lago a lua toda&lt;br /&gt;Brilha, porque alta vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ricardo Reis, 14-2-1933&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-523314335751691727?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/523314335751691727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=523314335751691727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/523314335751691727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-5259216260294930326</id><published>2007-06-19T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:33:36.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>18-06-06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RncV-p4LgjI/AAAAAAAAADY/I0FrEaYpGvI/s1600-h/alian%C3%A7a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077551271021085234" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="263" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RncV-p4LgjI/AAAAAAAAADY/I0FrEaYpGvI/s400/alian%C3%A7a.gif" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&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/12464094-5259216260294930326?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-529167229573529233?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/529167229573529233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=529167229573529233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/529167229573529233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/529167229573529233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/06/minha-srie-preferida.html' title='a minha Série preferida'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rm8Xe54LgiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LHbLokENWvI/s72-c/friends_index.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-1259498513902614698</id><published>2007-06-09T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:13:22.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quantos eu's há em mim</title><content type='html'>filha, irmã, namorada, colega, amiga, mulher, tia, nora, cunhada, cozinheira, confidente, profissional...&lt;br /&gt;quantos mais terão lugar??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-1259498513902614698?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1259498513902614698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=1259498513902614698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1259498513902614698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1259498513902614698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/06/quantos-eus-h-em-mim.html' title='quantos eu&apos;s há em mim'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-7444000527679563475</id><published>2007-05-30T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:57:22.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ou como conseguir convencer que é nessario mudar'/><title type='text'>Dreamlab - ampliar a zona de conforto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rl4Akf3yAWI/AAAAAAAAADA/rHY5a9gdwX4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070490857496510818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rl4Akf3yAWI/AAAAAAAAADA/rHY5a9gdwX4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aceitemos ou não, todos temos zona de conforto e ela sempre fará parte de nossas vidas. A zona de conforto é onde nós nos sentimos bem, seguros e à vontade fazendo algo. Todos nós procuramos nos sentir confortáveis fazendo as coisas e isso é natural. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro dia li um artigo em que uma gerente de Recursos Humanos, assumiu todo um departamento numa média empresa e esta seria a sua primeira experiência neste nível. Ela estava totalmente desconfortável na posição pois tudo era novo, não era previsível, as suas rotinas ainda não eram claras, os processos não estavam definidos entre outras coisas mais.Ela estava fora de sua zona de conforto diariamente. Á medida que o tempo foi passando, ela foi adoptando rotinas adequadas, já tinha mapeado os principais procedimentos, já sabia lidar com problemas básicos que ocorriam com frequência e muitas coisas já eram previsíveis. Ora, ela já estava a viver a sua realidade com um certo conforto, ou seja, ela ampliou sua zona de conforto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O facto de criar uma zona de conforto não é nada mau. Ela vem quando dominamos algo e nos sentimos bem fazendo as coisas . Por exemplo, todos nós temos a nossa maneira confortável de conduzir um carro. Conduzimos, portanto, dentro de nossa zona de conforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande desafio dos dias actuais é que as coisas mudam frequentemente e formas antigas de agir e pensar não resolvem problemas novos e à cada dia o mundo nos apresenta uma gama muito grande de oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;O desafio é que a saída para solução de problemas inéditos e agarrar oportunidades fulminantes, está em ampliar a sua zona de conforto.&lt;br /&gt;O grande desafio é que ampliar a zona de conforto requer autoconfiança, coragem, desapego, entre outras virtudes. Quando ampliamos nossa zona de conforto nos expomos ao erro mais facilmente, geramos tensão, confusão e conflito. Nós temos a tendência de fugir da dor para sempre experimentar o prazer, mas no mundo de hoje a experiência da dor pode ser compreendida como uma forma mais ampla em aprendizagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos levar esta mentalidade para nossa vida profissional: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;precisamos aprender coisas novas todos os dias, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;experimentar outras formas de pensar, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adquirir novas habilidades, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;desaprender para aprender, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jogar as nossas velhas convicções que não nos ajudam mais, fora e abrir para um mundo de oportunidades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;As oportunidades são encontradas fora da zona de conforto. Ampliar a zona de conforto e pode dar-nos o maior presente do mundo: a criação de um mundo de múltiplas possibilidades e realização. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-7444000527679563475?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7444000527679563475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=7444000527679563475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7444000527679563475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/7444000527679563475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreamlab-ampliar-zona-de-conforto.html' title='Dreamlab - ampliar a zona de conforto'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rl4Akf3yAWI/AAAAAAAAADA/rHY5a9gdwX4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-2423412037322689399</id><published>2007-05-15T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:28:28.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrações</title><content type='html'>Nos últimos dias tenho muitas razões para comemorar.&lt;br /&gt;Comemorar a vida do Simão (nasceu a 25 de Abril), do Manuel que fez 1 ano também no dia da liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrar o milagre da vida do Artur que nasceu a 5 de Maio. Dia da mãe.&lt;br /&gt;12 de maio - o dia dos dias&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe faz anos! a xana e o rui festejam aniversario de casamento e o J. e a K. casam numa festa inesquecivel.&lt;br /&gt;Há um ano atrás em dia de feriado de santa Joana nasceu o Gabriel para alegria dos pais A e M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-2423412037322689399?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2423412037322689399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=2423412037322689399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2423412037322689399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/2423412037322689399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebraes.html' title='celebrações'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-1302148694793920170</id><published>2007-05-02T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:46:11.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alianças'/><title type='text'>a aliança para além dos anéis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RjjmAFqUuwI/AAAAAAAAACo/DomOX6VHeJI/s1600-h/alian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060047070544837378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RjjmAFqUuwI/AAAAAAAAACo/DomOX6VHeJI/s200/alian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Esse anel, aliança, surgiu entre os gregos e os romanos, vindo de um costume hindu de usar um anel para simbolizar o casamento. Os romanos acreditavam que no quarto dedo da mão esquerda passava uma veia (veia d'amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="(veia d'amore)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=%28veia_d%27amore%29&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; que estava diretamente ligada ao coração, costume carregado culturalmente até os dias de hoje."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Provavelmente todos nós estamos familiarizados com o facto da aliança de casamento ou simplesmente o círculo, ser símbolo de perfeição, a unidade perfeita sem começo ou fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;O seu formato circular, que se encaixa perfeitamente no dedo anelar, dá a ideia de um caminho sem fim, que se repete eternamente, passando pelo mesmo lugar e dando voltas em si mesmo. É um objecto de ligação visível entre duas pessoas que se amam. É o elo de uma corrente afectiva que tem por finalidade a partilha, a construção conjunta, e o compromisso de viver a dois, é entrega e sentir o outro sempre em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Para a G. e para o D. os desejos de uma aliança forte, alimentada, crescente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Obrigado pela grande festa. Tchimmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RjjpcFqUuxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jlmi6SBb63M/s1600-h/BRINDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060050850116057874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RjjpcFqUuxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jlmi6SBb63M/s200/BRINDE.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/12464094-1302148694793920170?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1302148694793920170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=1302148694793920170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1302148694793920170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1302148694793920170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/05/aliana-para-alm-dos-anis.html' title='a aliança para além dos anéis'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RjjmAFqUuwI/AAAAAAAAACo/DomOX6VHeJI/s72-c/alian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-6253237814517542693</id><published>2007-04-16T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:28:27.982+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a desatar'/><title type='text'>apertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RiQGjCHJmSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rErR1D4qMZ0/s1600-h/Yin__Yang.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054171880748587298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RiQGjCHJmSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rErR1D4qMZ0/s200/Yin__Yang.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RiQGWSHJmRI/AAAAAAAAACI/0FAowFkrUCU/s1600-h/Yin__Yang.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De há uns dias a esta parte tenho sentido aquilo a que chamo um nó ou desconforto no peito e tenho muitas vezes as mãos dormentes.&lt;br /&gt;Em conversa com um amigo que, ultimamente estuda tudo o que tem a ver com o yin e o yang contrariava a opinião dos restantes em relação à ida ao medico.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo ele tenho de encontrar que nós tenho eu dentro de mim para desatar e que não há remédio da farmácia que cure aquilo que só o tempo e a compreensão podem fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a matutar naquilo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou um bocadinho céptica em relação a estas coisas das forças e das energias e afins mas lá que ando à procura da ponta do nó ando;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6253237814517542693?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6253237814517542693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6253237814517542693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6253237814517542693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6253237814517542693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/04/apertos.html' title='apertos'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/RiQGjCHJmSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rErR1D4qMZ0/s72-c/Yin__Yang.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-1044267778503758293</id><published>2007-04-12T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:40:54.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sementes de futuro'/><title type='text'>a próxima geração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh1xKSHJmKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3tVZm6iHzqI/s1600-h/sonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um olhar para o futuro nos rostos de pessoas que têm um canto especial cá no meu canto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh1sQyHJmGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tDp6h6NW_sU/s1600-h/tomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh-kMCHJmMI/AAAAAAAAABg/xuitzuMttPo/s1600-h/tomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052937833565231298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh-kMCHJmMI/AAAAAAAAABg/xuitzuMttPo/s200/tomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um serão cheio de ternura:o meu sobrinho de 3 anos conta-me a história do Princepezinho...numa versão muito própria do Tomás Grande (como ele diz) e faz questão de ser ele a contar a história do livro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh1sBiHJmEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hBTFboE1hw4/s1600-h/salome%2Bmartim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh-kTiHJmNI/AAAAAAAAABo/jUPKwTEzPwI/s1600-h/salome%2Bmartim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052937962414250194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh-kTiHJmNI/AAAAAAAAABo/jUPKwTEzPwI/s200/salome%2Bmartim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma tarde de mimos entre dois tesouros e seis adultos babados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh1sKSHJmFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lPHfjx0_SYA/s1600-h/bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh-kbCHJmOI/AAAAAAAAABw/pw7BBrEhQgs/s1600-h/bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052938091263269090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh-kbCHJmOI/AAAAAAAAABw/pw7BBrEhQgs/s200/bea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa do 3.º aniversario da Beatriz, na barriga da mãe Dina está o Simão a um mês de se dar a conhecer ao mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-1044267778503758293?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1044267778503758293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=1044267778503758293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1044267778503758293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1044267778503758293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/04/prxima-gerao.html' title='a próxima geração'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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/_m2yry_9L6Zc/Rh-kMCHJmMI/AAAAAAAAABg/xuitzuMttPo/s72-c/tomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-1791563481436601037</id><published>2007-03-27T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:18:59.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o meu amor fez anos - 29 !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recebeste telefonemas, prendas, abraços e mimos das pessoas de quem gostas e que gostam de ti. Mereces isso e muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Admiro.te muito: pela tua &lt;strong&gt;generosidade&lt;/strong&gt;, pela &lt;strong&gt;disponibilidade&lt;/strong&gt; que tens para tudo e para todos, por seres &lt;strong&gt;simples&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;sincero&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Escolhemo-nos um ao outro e eu não acredito que pudesse ter como companheiro alguem que me apoiasse, desejasse e partilhasse a vida como tu o fazes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu contigo sou melhor, eu contigo arrisco, eu contigo aprendo, eu contigo choro com as tristezas e com as alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu contigo seremos mais:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-1791563481436601037?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1791563481436601037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=1791563481436601037&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1791563481436601037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/1791563481436601037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/03/eu-contigo.html' title='Eu contigo'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-3863282260204883924</id><published>2007-03-12T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:44:50.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Para o meu pai</title><content type='html'>«Educar é o mais belo, é partilhar, ser flexível, ter critério, ser árduo, é preocupar-se, pensar, ter desgostos, é tempo e tempo, é querer, é chorar, é ter esperança e aplaudir. É a vida, pura vida. É transmissão.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Javier Urra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-3863282260204883924?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3863282260204883924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=3863282260204883924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3863282260204883924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/3863282260204883924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/03/para-o-meu-pai.html' title='Para o meu pai'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-656153064753966059</id><published>2007-03-04T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:26:36.137Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas boas'/><title type='text'>casamentos, aniversarios, e outras coisas boas...</title><content type='html'>Nos últimos dias tive algumas boas noticias que fazem dos meus dias, dias mais felizes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O d. é o meu "irmão" mais novo, não é irmão de sangue, mas é como se fosse. É alguém com quem nem sempre concordo, com quem e de quem reclamo mais atenção, responsabilidade, mais sensatez mas com quem tenho uma cumplicidade dificil de conseguir em 6 anos de trabalho em conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;O d. fez anos - 28!!! O d. vai casar!!! Vai casar com a G., uma Amiga que conheço há mais de 10 anos.&lt;br /&gt;A eles desejo que sejam generosos um com outro: que aceitem as diferenças e se apoiem nas dificuldades e partilhem as alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;Aviso: Têm aqui uma menina que vai estar convosco sempre, para vos abraçar ou para vos puxar as orelhas;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 07-07-2007 a minha irmã vai casar-se. Depois de eu ter já passado por esse momento revivo cheia de entusiasmo e a eles desejo um dia pelo menos tao bom como o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz anos, o NB fez anos e não tarda a Dreamlab faz 6 anos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LP e a S também vão mudar de estado civil;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a sorte de poder partilhar o crescimento de crianças como o Tomás e o Afonso ou ter o imenso prazer de mudar a fralda ou dar o biberão a minha paixão mais recente :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas coisas boas, de que me posso queixar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-656153064753966059?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/656153064753966059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=656153064753966059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/656153064753966059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/656153064753966059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/03/casamentos-aniversarios-e-outras-coisas.html' title='casamentos, aniversarios, e outras coisas boas...'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-6023348996284323676</id><published>2007-03-03T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:37:10.004Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projecto maior:)'/><title type='text'>Tenho 31 anos e ...</title><content type='html'>...um conjunto de resoluções escritas numa folha de rascunho de um orçamento da Dreamlab que estava na minha mesa de cabeceira.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma mulher de projectos, sou muito mais de futuros do que de passados, são as realizações futuras que me ajudam a levantar, que me dão forças para fazer as coisas que gosto e que não gosto.&lt;br /&gt;E neste ano de 2007 tenho &lt;em&gt;um projecto maior&lt;/em&gt;! Para o conseguir concretizar tenho de abdicar de algumas coisas, tenho de dar uma grande volta na minha vida mas é, sem dúvida, o projecto mais desejado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-6023348996284323676?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6023348996284323676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=6023348996284323676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6023348996284323676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/6023348996284323676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/03/tenho-31-anos-e-tenho.html' title='Tenho 31 anos e ...'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-8462601860097086993</id><published>2007-03-03T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:36:00.367Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamlab'/><title type='text'>Tenho uma empresa a 100 metros de casa...</title><content type='html'>... o que faz com que passe muito (ou quase todo o tempo) aqui. Um esforço extra para por as coisas a funcionarem bem: o investimento em esquipamentos, em pessoas, em métodos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para &lt;strong&gt;pensar &lt;/strong&gt;preciso que estejam reunidas algumas condições dificeis de conseguir durante a semana em horario de trabalho, nessas horas não penso &lt;strong&gt;reajo. &lt;/strong&gt;E é cada vez mais importante pensar, os compromissos que assumimos com todos os que connosco trabalham (fornecedores, colaboradores, clientes) obrigam a que se faça uma gestão planeada. É uma responsabilidade muito grande. Estive a olhar para a folha de salarios a pagar e arrepiei-me, neste momento temos 15 pessoas que dependem directamente desta empresa, mais as que connosco colaboram sem vinculo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Há muitas coisas a afinar, sinto-me muitas vezes desacompanhada nesta tarefa, há dias em que me sinto imensamente cansada, como se carregasse o peso do mundo nas minhas costas. Não sei se faço demais ou de menos. Faço o que tem de ser feito. E as outras pessoas? perguntam-me os meus amigos. As outars pessoas também fazem aquilo que acham que tem de ser feito:0 O dificil é apercebermo-nos todos do que há a fazer e dividir bem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já ouviram aquele proverbio " Quem parte e reparte e nao fica com a melhor parte, ou é burro ou não tem arte" - eu engano-me e vou dizendo que não tenho arte, é verdade, não tenho: preocupo-me tanto que esteja tudo bem para os outros, que me vou esquecendo das minhas queixas e ate aqui sinto essa solidão, de não ter quem as detecte, que esteja atento ao que faz falta a todos, eu inclusive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que faço? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixo de fazer? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-8462601860097086993?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8462601860097086993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=8462601860097086993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8462601860097086993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/8462601860097086993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/03/tenho-uma-empresa-100-metros-de-casa.html' title='Tenho uma empresa a 100 metros de casa...'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-117114809236815140</id><published>2007-02-10T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:54:52.396Z</updated><title type='text'>mimo(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/208558/DSCN3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/461608/DSCN3761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-117114809236815140?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/117114809236815140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=117114809236815140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/117114809236815140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/117114809236815140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/02/mimos.html' title='mimo(s)'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-117088398967318909</id><published>2007-02-07T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:33:09.746Z</updated><title type='text'>"Casa" quase arrumada</title><content type='html'>Depois de quase 4 meses entre a escolha de um novo espaço, da definição e contratação das obras a fazer tenho a minha "casa" quase pronta:) !&lt;br /&gt;A faltar 2 vidros nas divisórias, alguns pontos de iluminação, o acrilico de protecção das escadas, a sinaléctica e dar asas a imaginação para uma decoração que transmita um ambiente criativo!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos a mudar...e a mudança passa por muito mais do que umas instalações.&lt;br /&gt;Passa por um esforço conjunto na prestação de serviços de qualidade! Este é o mote:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-117088398967318909?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/117088398967318909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=117088398967318909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/117088398967318909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/117088398967318909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/02/casa-quase-arrumada.html' title='&quot;Casa&quot; quase arrumada'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116786709120995173</id><published>2007-01-03T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:31:41.040Z</updated><title type='text'>definição do ser</title><content type='html'>dreamlab - o que somos, quem queremos ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada("&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laboratório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s. m.&lt;br /&gt;laboratório&lt;br /&gt;s. m.,&lt;br /&gt;lugar onde se faz o estudo experimental de qualquer ramo da ciência ou se aplicam os conhecimentos científicos com um objectivo prático, por exemplo, a preparação de medicamentos, o exame de substâncias orgânicas, o fabrico de substâncias químicas industriais, etc. ;&lt;br /&gt;lugar onde se efectuam trabalhos fotográficos ou cinematográficos;&lt;br /&gt;parte de um forno de revérbero, onde se coloca a matéria sobre a qual deve actuar o combustível;&lt;br /&gt;fig.,&lt;br /&gt;lugar de grandes operações ou transformações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;masc. plu. de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada("&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sonho&lt;br /&gt;do Lat. somniu&lt;br /&gt;s. m.,&lt;br /&gt;conjunto de ideias e imagens mais ou menos confusas e disparatadas, que se apresentam ao espírito durante o sono;&lt;br /&gt;utopia;&lt;br /&gt;ficção;&lt;br /&gt;fantasia;&lt;br /&gt;visão;&lt;br /&gt;aspiração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-116786709120995173?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116786709120995173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116786709120995173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116786709120995173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116786709120995173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/01/definio-do-ser.html' title='definição do ser'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116786656567032015</id><published>2007-01-03T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:22:45.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Álbum de Família - parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/949971/familia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/216646/familia2.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/12464094-116786656567032015?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116786656567032015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116786656567032015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116786656567032015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116786656567032015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007/01/lbum-de-famlia-parte-ii.html' title='Álbum de Família - parte II'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116753455787621372</id><published>2006-12-31T03:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:09:17.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Álbum de Família - parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/442456/bebes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/393414/bebes.png" 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/12464094-116753455787621372?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116753455787621372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116753455787621372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116753455787621372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116753455787621372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/12/lbum-de-famlia-parte-i.html' title='Álbum de Família - parte I'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116753187391731256</id><published>2006-12-31T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:08:11.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/139144/IMG_9985%20(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/407248/IMG_9985%20%28Medium%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto:Rui Cancela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há sempre vários caminhos até chegar onde queremos:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-116753187391731256?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116753187391731256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116753187391731256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116753187391731256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116753187391731256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/12/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116664588158426728</id><published>2006-12-20T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:21:35.200Z</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/691183/Natal2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/205350/Natal2006.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/12464094-116664588158426728?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116664588158426728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116664588158426728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116664588158426728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116664588158426728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/12/dream-team.html' title='The Dream Team'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116587892349657221</id><published>2006-12-11T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:19:23.653Z</updated><title type='text'>album de ternuras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/860339/ternurinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/860339/ternurinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/595658/ternurinhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/860339/ternurinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uma página de um album que reune alguns dos meus amores :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-116587892349657221?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116587892349657221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116587892349657221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116587892349657221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116587892349657221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/12/album-de-ternuras.html' title='album de ternuras'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116424176722353510</id><published>2006-11-22T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:08:09.950Z</updated><title type='text'>2 "Partos" - um fim e um principio!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/595246/martim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 22 - o fim. Ao longo de 8 anos: dedicação e empenho, premiado com o reconhecimento! Dia 22 - 18 horas - Temos doutora!!! Agora há que pensar em novos projectos;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/419694/gui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/77164/gui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 17 - nasceu o Martim;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 17 - nasceu a &lt;strong&gt;mãe&lt;/strong&gt; Liliana e o &lt;strong&gt;pai&lt;/strong&gt; Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Dia 17 - a "tia" Clara chorou de felicidade pelo milagre da vida:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/1600/7387/martim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7194/228/320/105176/martim.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/12464094-116424176722353510?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116424176722353510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116424176722353510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116424176722353510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116424176722353510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-partos-um-fim-e-um-principio.html' title='2 &quot;Partos&quot; - um fim e um principio!!!'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12464094.post-116284377144775366</id><published>2006-11-06T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:09:31.530Z</updated><title type='text'>simplicidades</title><content type='html'>ideias simples são tão fáceis de perceber como difíceis de ter - é a frase lema que sempre acompanhou este blog e também um bocadinho a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo dos últimos dias reconheço nas coisas simples a solução para muitos dos problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos como se só nos tivessemos problemas, que os nossos são sempre os maiores e mais graves, precisamos de tempo e de dinheiro e de 50 mil outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que precisamos nós de facto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos pares de sapatos são necessários termos no armário para que vivamos bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto dinheiro vale um favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresso a simplicidade: ao prazer de uma cama feita de lavado, ao cheirinho das torradas, a manta no sofa, a oferta de maças apanhadas na serra:) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7194/228/1600/macas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7194/228/320/macas.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/12464094-116284377144775366?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116284377144775366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116284377144775366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116284377144775366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116284377144775366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/11/simplicidades.html' title='simplicidades'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</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-12464094.post-116207956414788788</id><published>2006-10-29T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:52:44.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ainda estou por aqui...</title><content type='html'>o valor do tempo... é habitual ouvirmos dizer que só quando nos falta algo é que lhe damos valor...não tem de ser necessariamente assim... o meu tempo tem sido quase totalmente dedicado a minha "filha" Dreamlab - esta "criança" a caminho dos 6 anos.  Há que preparar as coisas para que me sobre tempo para me dedicar a outros filhos;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-116207956414788788?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/116207956414788788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=116207956414788788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116207956414788788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/116207956414788788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/10/ainda-estou-por-aqui.html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-115992499310006990?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/115992499310006990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=115992499310006990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/115992499310006990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/115992499310006990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-215-am.html' title='São 2:15 AM...'/><author><name>Clara 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Quem somos nós? muitos de nós nascidos pós 25  de abril, passamos grande parte da nossa vida a estudar, arranjamos empregos, alguns ja casaram e ate começam a nascer os "nossos" filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ganhamos e perdemos aos 30?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou na melhor fase da minha vida. Encontrei um equilibrio que nunca tive.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou do tipo saudosista, dos tempos das noitadas universitárias e de muitas insconciências. As minhas responsabilidades  de hoje não são um peso, são um orgulho e um desafio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o meu sobrinho Afonso dormiu cá em casa, gostei tanto de o meter na cama, de acordar a meio da noite(eu q nunca acordo de noite) para lhe aconchegar a roupa, de acordar de novo as 7h quando foi a casa de banho e me pediu para ir para a nossa cama, ver a kim impossible as 7 da manhã, comer cerelac a três, o banho,... é uma forma de felicidade dificil de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia de trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;os cheques que não chegam, os atrasos nos trabalhos, o que se faz e o que não se faz, a conversa no messenger com alguém que tomou uma decisão, a quantidade de decisões que tenho de tomar até ao fim do dia: prevenir atrasos, redundancia para evitar falhas, tantas coisas para fazer...&lt;br /&gt;um almoço diferente com dois AMIGOS, uma conversa dificil no final do dia: como se diz a alguém que não precisamos mais dela, que as empresas são uma batalha constante pela sobrevivencia e que só os fortes ( competentes e dedicados) recursos humanos se aguentam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se consegue fazer o que tem de ser feito apesar de a nossa frente estar alguém em lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando que, a melhor forma de ajudar as pessoas, não é levando-as ao colo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem a passar para os que ficam - as relações laborais resultam do compromisso de fazer um trabalho em troca do compromisso de um pagamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de dia - saio da empresa as 22h. O Sergio esta na formação. Aproveito e vou ao MediaMarket - preciso de uma maquina de secar roupa. Ultima tarefa programada, quem diria??? Pois é, meus amigos, são as preocupações de uma mulher com 30 anos:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12464094-115958036988037158?l=ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/115958036988037158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12464094&amp;postID=115958036988037158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/115958036988037158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12464094/posts/default/115958036988037158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocantodaspalavras.blogspot.com/2006/09/aos-30_30.html' title='Aos 30 ...'/><author><name>Clara Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240381629781492378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
