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Às vezes mais nas nuvens, outras vezes mais na terra. 
Afinal, viver é um desafio!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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type='text'>'O Teu Nome'</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fZci1fddkb8?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para afastar esta tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Para iluminar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me bem mais tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Do que este piano e uma canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me soltar na noite acesa&lt;br /&gt;O nome que no peito me sufoca&lt;br /&gt;E queima a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me soltá-lo aos quatro ventos&lt;br /&gt;Para depois segui-lo por onde for&lt;br /&gt;Ou então dizê-lo assim baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Embalando com carinho&lt;br /&gt;O teu nome meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo ele é poesia&lt;br /&gt;Corre pelo peito como um rio&lt;br /&gt;Devolve aos meus olhos a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Deixa no meu corpo um arrepio&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo ele é melodia&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo ele é perfeição&lt;br /&gt;É na luz que vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me dizê-lo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;falta soletrá-lo devagar&lt;br /&gt;ou então bebê-lo como um vinho&lt;br /&gt;que dá força pró caminho&lt;br /&gt;quando a força faltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me soltá-lo aos quatro ventos&lt;br /&gt;Para depois segui-lo por onde for&lt;br /&gt;Ou então dizê-lo assim baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Embalando com carinho&lt;br /&gt;O teu nome meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo ele é melodia&lt;br /&gt;e porque todo ele é perfeição&lt;br /&gt;É na luz que vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me soltá-lo aos quatro ventos&lt;br /&gt;Para depois segui-lo por onde for&lt;br /&gt;Ou então dizê-lo assim baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Embalando com carinho&lt;br /&gt;O teu nome meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Gameiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-1774600382102524158?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;Não descanses.&lt;br /&gt;De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, nunca saciado,&lt;br /&gt;Vai colhendo&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões sucessivas no pomar&lt;br /&gt;E vendo&lt;br /&gt;Acordado,&lt;br /&gt;O logro da aventura.&lt;br /&gt;És homem, não te esqueças! Só é tua a loucura Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-8587845852084003107?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/8587845852084003107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=8587845852084003107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8587845852084003107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8587845852084003107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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pela manhã, recebi um email do meu maridoca que me deu vontade de voltar, fica parte dele cliquem e desfrutem da música (e ele até nem gosta muito da senhora!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpExb2hCYTs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpExb2hCYTs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntaram-me há uns tempos o que era feito deste meu cantinho, respondi: "Está lá quietinho a hibernar." Ficou aí a promessa: "Um dias destes..."&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente o dia chegou. Cá estou eu de novo a escrever. Nem sei explicar bem porquê, mas... &lt;em&gt;Por vezes precisamos de parar&lt;/em&gt;, mas acho que nem é bem isso. &lt;em&gt;Não houve tempo&lt;/em&gt;, também não é por aí. Apesar de não ser muito, o tempo, há sempre um tempinho. Não sei mesmo explicar o porquê. Bom, agora o que importa é que estou por aqui de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta pausa foram tantas as coisas boas que aconteceram, algumas menos agradáveis, mas honestamente já nem me lembro bem dessas (graças a Deus por esta falta de memória). Talvez ainda possa vir a partilhar aqui algumas dessas coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem bem e aproveitem a vida. A vida é bela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti em especial:&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é serem dois do que um (...) porque se um cair o outro levanta o seu companheiro Eclesiastes 4:9-10&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada companheiro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7140149725603629907?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7140149725603629907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7140149725603629907' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7140149725603629907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7140149725603629907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2010/02/que-saudades-de-passar-por-aqui.html' title='Que saudades de passar por aqui...'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-64990635808989445</id><published>2009-06-16T12:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:02:04.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Sjiwe6IJ4WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Gq3e_vidJrA/s1600-h/A+nossa+vista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348218602548486498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Sjiwe6IJ4WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Gq3e_vidJrA/s200/A+nossa+vista.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O vento toca o meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;e me lembra que o tempo corre,&lt;br /&gt;levando em suas asas meus dias,&lt;br /&gt;minhas certezas,&lt;br /&gt;meus conceitos,&lt;br /&gt;minhas virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;meus defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode detê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;o tempo vai...&lt;br /&gt;Mas há algo que sempre guardarei...&lt;br /&gt;o seu amor que um dia encontrei&lt;br /&gt;e nada vai enterrar.&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus braços, não importa o tempo nem as horas.&lt;br /&gt;Só existe o momento de sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;extraído de um saquinho de papel oferta da R do Brasil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje quero dedicar um pouquinho do meu tempo a alguém que me tem dedicado muito do seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;É bom puder comemorar mais um ano da sua vida e agradeço a Deus pois Ele me concede mais um ano da sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;Tantas memórias, tantos risos, gargalhadas, lágrimas e momentos de silêncio, tão únicos, tão nossos.&lt;br /&gt;Como água e azeite, assim somos nós, mas contrariando todas as leis da química e da física, temos uma fusão perfeita. Uma amizade linda!&lt;br /&gt;És única e especial, minha querida amiga C. Fazes-me falta... tenho falta desse sorriso contagiante e desses lindos caracois :)! Mas estás dentro do meu coração. Num mundo onde tudo é passageiro e temporal, hoje com cada vez mais convicção sei que a nossa amizade é eterna.Tem um dia muito especial e considera-me incluída no pacote (sabes do que estou a falar!)&lt;br /&gt;Sê feliz! Muito feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mensagem da Li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Celebrar a vida é sempre boa ideia, mas a vida de uma mulher tão especial... merecia fogo de artifício e fanfarra! Como não tenho meios de chegar a tanto, deixo-te uma palavra de apreço e gratidão, e também eu peço para ti a bênção de Deus. Repito: considero-me uma privilegiada por ter visto cruzarem-se os nossos caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parte da mensagem da S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foram tantas as mensages, os telefonemas... que o longe fez-se perto... o pouco transformou-se em muito... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O almoço num sítio tão fantástico, com uma campanhia (as 4 da vida airada) que transformaria qualquer terrível cenário na paisagem mais apreciada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para as minhas sobrinhas o gelado fica mesmo para Julho ok. Tenho saudades vossas, miúdas, muitas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi assim que celebrei mais um ano de vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada amigos e querida família por tanto carinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquem com Deus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apreciem o sol, o calor, a vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E invistam uns nos outros em amor.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ps: que bela vista aquela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-64990635808989445?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/64990635808989445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=64990635808989445' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/64990635808989445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/64990635808989445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Sjiwe6IJ4WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Gq3e_vidJrA/s72-c/A+nossa+vista.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-7492920641580553441</id><published>2009-06-07T21:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:31:39.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor... que sentimento mais profundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como é possível ao ser humano experimentar tal graça? Inexplicável, como tantas outras coisas... Insondável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje o amor tem um significado ainda mais especial;  Celebramos este amor, assumido há 6 anos atrás; publicamente fizemos votos para sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com a praia como cenário e o mar como banda sonora relembrámos e revisitamos este tempo juntos... Renovamos votos para connosco e para com Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais tarde, ao chegar a casa fui presenteada com uma mensagem de uma grande amiga do mais especial, ainda que o contexto seja outro a aplicação é para a vida. Uma profundidade tal que bateu fundo no meu íntimo e fez-me repensar o que deve realmente pautar o meu caminhar, em todas as áreas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada acontece por acaso, acredito nisso! E porque foi importante para mim partilho um pouco desta mensagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;o segredo do êxito de tudo o que fazemos é o AMOR. Com AMOR tudo se supera. Com AMOR levedamos ao máximo expoente o fruto das nossas acções (...) Se o fazemos com AMOR... o resultado reflecte esse nosso espírito. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigada maridoca por este tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigada por partilhares a vida comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E finalmente obrigada porque resolveste usar os óculos, assim já consegues ver a minha real beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"E ainda que tivesse o dom de profecia, e conhecesse todos os mistérios e toda a ciência, e ainda que tivesse toda a fé, de maneira tal que transportasse os montes, e não tivesse amor, nada seria." I Cor 13:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7492920641580553441?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7492920641580553441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7492920641580553441' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7492920641580553441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7492920641580553441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-4111552354752211258</id><published>2009-06-06T21:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:22:06.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMYhi17Zw2M&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMYhi17Zw2M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se eu voar, sem saber onde vou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se eu andar, sem conhecer quem sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se eu falar, e a voz soar com a manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu sei...ei ei ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se eu beber dessa luz que apaga a noite em mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E se um dia eu disser que já não quero estar aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só Deus sabe o que virá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só Deus sabe o que será,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não há outro que conhece tudo o que acontece em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se a tristeza é mais profunda que a dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se este dia ja não tem sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E no pensar que tudo isto ja pensei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu sei... ei ei ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se eu beber dessa luz que apaga a noite em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E se um dia eu disser que já não quero estar aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;na incerteza de saber o que fazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o que querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mesmo sem nunca pensar, que um dia vais pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não há outro que conhece tudo o que acontece em mim...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sara Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-4111552354752211258?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/4111552354752211258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=4111552354752211258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/4111552354752211258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/4111552354752211258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-sei.html' title='Eu sei'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-7491840513087141482</id><published>2009-06-03T09:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:39:00.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiZDQQlIlSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VaUHmgP_hR8/s1600-h/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343031954529359138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiZDQQlIlSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VaUHmgP_hR8/s200/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "People with integrity walk safely, but those who follow crooked paths will slip and fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 10:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7491840513087141482?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7491840513087141482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7491840513087141482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7491840513087141482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7491840513087141482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/06/integrity.html' title='Integrity'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiZDQQlIlSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VaUHmgP_hR8/s72-c/DSC_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-6732114605679850403</id><published>2009-06-01T11:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:25:13.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia mundial da criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa, Obra Poética 189) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E para mim o melhor do mundo são as sobrinhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342305043075999474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiOuIcZSpvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/733t31T8rPw/s200/DSC_0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiOvGglN6qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S7FR72K0ST8/s1600-h/Debi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342306109351652002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiOvGglN6qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S7FR72K0ST8/s200/Debi.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/8517569324961185895-6732114605679850403?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/6732114605679850403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=6732114605679850403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6732114605679850403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6732114605679850403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-mundial-da-crianca.html' title='Dia mundial da criança'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiOuIcZSpvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/733t31T8rPw/s72-c/DSC_0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-7985310391338139019</id><published>2009-05-31T19:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:33:10.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma flor da Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiLYb8eLmDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vk2paXkQ01A/s1600-h/DSC_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342070082615613490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiLYb8eLmDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vk2paXkQ01A/s200/DSC_0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chegou mais uma flor! Linda! Desabrochou com o nascer do Sol!&lt;br /&gt;A natureza é fabulosa!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Criador.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada S, S, SD, R, e principalmente ao T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7985310391338139019?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7985310391338139019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7985310391338139019' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7985310391338139019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7985310391338139019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/05/mais-uma-flor-da-primavera.html' title='Mais uma flor da Primavera'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SiLYb8eLmDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vk2paXkQ01A/s72-c/DSC_0791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-5446835397089400889</id><published>2009-05-20T09:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:05:13.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti maridoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=49776296"&gt;"Lucky" Official Video With Colbie Caillat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49776296,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49776296,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Do you hear me,I'm talking to youAcross the water across the deep blue oceanUnder the open sky, oh my, baby I'm tryingBoy I hear you in my dreamsI feel your whisper across the seaI keep you with me in my heartYou make it easier when life gets hardI'm lucky I'm in love with my best friendLucky to have been where I have beenLucky to be coming home againOoohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh oohThey don't know how long it takesWaiting for a love like thisEvery time we say goodbyeI wish we had one more kissI'll wait for you I promise you, I willI'm lucky I'm in love with my best friendLucky to have been where I have beenLucky to be coming home againLucky we're in love every wayLucky to have stayed where we have stayedLucky to be coming home somedayAnd so I'm sailing through the seaTo an island where we'll meetYou'll hear the music fill the airI'll put a flower in your hairThough the breezes through treesMove so pretty you're all I seeAs the world keeps spinning roundYou hold me right here right nowI'm lucky I'm in love with my best friendLucky to have been where I have beenLucky to be coming home againI'm lucky we're in love every wayLucky to have stayed where we have stayedLucky to be coming home somedayOoohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh oohOoooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-5446835397089400889?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/5446835397089400889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=5446835397089400889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5446835397089400889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5446835397089400889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-ti-maridoca.html' title='Para ti maridoca'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-7637596298034176741</id><published>2009-05-19T15:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:46:12.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>“Tornar-se autor da própria história”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ShLFdK7QvXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7hFLf-2Ukcc/s1600-h/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337545613327252850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ShLFdK7QvXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7hFLf-2Ukcc/s200/DSC_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Encontrei isto no meio da papelada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poderoso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como da primeira vez que li!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por isso partilho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que a vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá falência. Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar autor da sua própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem de ouvir um “não”. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo. Fernando Pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7637596298034176741?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7637596298034176741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7637596298034176741' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7637596298034176741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7637596298034176741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/05/tornar-se-autor-da-propria-historia.html' title='“Tornar-se autor da própria história”'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ShLFdK7QvXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7hFLf-2Ukcc/s72-c/DSC_0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-4383784587643180281</id><published>2009-05-19T13:00:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:08:13.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No domingo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partilho algumas das imagens:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; do meio da serra, com o calor do sol, o barulho da criançada, os sabores da bimby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada a todos. Foi uma manhã fantástica!&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e até breve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337518673634765410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ShKs9EwDqmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZUFkK0YjCjw/s320/DSC_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ShKsX5U6XHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7bLUlaKFTt8/s1600-h/DSC_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337518034912959602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ShKsX5U6XHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7bLUlaKFTt8/s320/DSC_0669.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/8517569324961185895-4383784587643180281?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/4383784587643180281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=4383784587643180281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/4383784587643180281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/4383784587643180281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-domingo.html' title='No domingo...'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ShKs9EwDqmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZUFkK0YjCjw/s72-c/DSC_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-6596593522510851253</id><published>2009-03-26T16:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:14:16.291Z</updated><title type='text'>O melhor dos dois mundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está quase a fazer um ano que estou por terra de mouros. Tem muito de bom, mas deixei tanto de bom também... Enfim, não se consegue ter o melhor dos dois mundos. Ontem conversava-se isto mesmo à noite. Não conseguimos estar em dois lugares ao mesmo tempo e para termos um temos que desperdiçar outro. Depois, por vezes, só estamos bem onde não estamos, quando somos assolados pelo chamado síndrome "António Variações". As opções têm mesmo destas coisas. E já agora que cá estou, também não me apetece sair, mas não deixo de sentir muita falta do que deixei e da calma que Cbr me trazia... Já não consigo imaginar como seria a minha vida sem tudo o que também Lx me trouxe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deste ano, o balanço é muito positivo! Aguardo pelas próximas revelações porque viver é um desafio diário, umas vezes mais nas nuvens, outras mais na terra, mas é mesmo assim. Graças por tudo! E eu estou muito agradecida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada pela visitinha noctívaga de ontem Su e Le. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi bom rever-vos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto que vos conheço há tanto tempo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquei com o sonho de irmos todos para a Suíça (não me sai da cabeça os partos das vacas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meninas sempre vai um pastelinho de Belém? (Lá está, uma das coisas BOAS da capital!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Alfazemas do meu jardim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317544648620116162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Scu2rzJICMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pzduNSGBU-4/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-6596593522510851253?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/6596593522510851253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=6596593522510851253' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6596593522510851253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6596593522510851253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-melhor-dos-dois-mundos.html' title='O melhor dos dois mundos'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Scu2rzJICMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pzduNSGBU-4/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-8128431715805386790</id><published>2009-03-23T14:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:58:21.397Z</updated><title type='text'>A chegada da Primavera</title><content type='html'>Há uns dias atrás escrevi a umas amigas, em antecipação, dizendo-lhes: "Parece que a chegada da Primavera tem grandes coisas reservadas para nós!!".&lt;br /&gt;Pouco tempo depois já se viam as suas primeiras revelações...&lt;br /&gt;A primeira flor surgiu... Simplesmente maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will tell of all your wonders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be glad and rejoice in you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will sing praise to your name, O Most High. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316411456451628226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ScewDVWdzMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Wh3hsguGl1s/s200/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-8128431715805386790?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/8128431715805386790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=8128431715805386790' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8128431715805386790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8128431715805386790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/03/chegada-da-primavera.html' title='A chegada da Primavera'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/ScewDVWdzMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Wh3hsguGl1s/s72-c/DSC_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-6444541304818098762</id><published>2009-03-17T14:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:34:02.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Sb_PxmZMzEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bTdKXQOatgI/s1600-h/bebe_dormir%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314194536347257922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Sb_PxmZMzEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bTdKXQOatgI/s200/bebe_dormir%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Precisamos de ver que somos pérolas únicas no teatro da vida e entender que não existem pessoas de sucesso e pessoas fracassadas. O que existem são pessoas que lutam pelos seus sonhos ou desistem deles. - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tu és daquelas que não desistem!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A big Kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até breve!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-6444541304818098762?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/6444541304818098762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=6444541304818098762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6444541304818098762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6444541304818098762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-ti-b.html' title='Para ti B'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/Sb_PxmZMzEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bTdKXQOatgI/s72-c/bebe_dormir%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-564745740619007230</id><published>2009-02-03T14:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:07:04.498Z</updated><title type='text'>O nosso jardim em Lx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SYhU3i_2UwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QH30eY5ggFU/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298578274865533698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SYhU3i_2UwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QH30eY5ggFU/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sim, mesmo na cidade é possível ter jardim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mérito: todo para o meu maridoca! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para além das camélias, existem buganvílias, alfazema e outras espécies, num simples canteiro da nossa varanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-564745740619007230?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/564745740619007230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=564745740619007230' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/564745740619007230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/564745740619007230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-nosso-jardim-em-lx.html' title='O nosso jardim em Lx'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SYhU3i_2UwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QH30eY5ggFU/s72-c/DSC_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-3923801089053695957</id><published>2009-02-03T13:56:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:26:24.854Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu último fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SYhSFuxNt1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lULY3VJSae4/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298575220008662866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SYhSFuxNt1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lULY3VJSae4/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SYhRFBSyedI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2uY4Jh3OZ8E/s1600-h/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este fim-de-semana resolvemos fazer uma "escapadinha", fomos "para fora cá dentro". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi muito reparador!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ficámos na Albergaria Acez (&lt;a href="http://www.albergaria-acez.pt/pt/home.htm"&gt;http://www.albergaria-acez.pt/pt/home.htm&lt;/a&gt;) onde degustamos um belo de um jantar, típico alentejano. Dia seguinte, depois do pequeno-almoço, fomos até Évora. Nem a chuva, que teimou em assolar quase todo o país, nos deteve. No regresso, e já com o Sol por companhia, fizemos de novo uma pausa em Vendas Novas para provar as típicas bifanas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre as comidas descobrimos muita história desta bela cidade e arredores. Conhecemos mais um pouco do nosso país e mais um pouco de nós próprios. Fiz quase 10000 passos na companhia do meu pedómetro e claro do maridoca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada maridoca porque fizeste esta viagem possível!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma boa semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-3923801089053695957?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/3923801089053695957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=3923801089053695957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/3923801089053695957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/3923801089053695957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-meu-ultimo-fim-de-semana.html' title='O meu último fim-de-semana'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SYhSFuxNt1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lULY3VJSae4/s72-c/DSC_0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-1848515915983503183</id><published>2009-01-12T09:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:28:45.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada J</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda na barriguinha da mamã, o J levou-me a conhecer uma cantora fabulosa - Stacey Kent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem apenas com 3 semanas presentou-me... Obrigada J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigada também C e N pela tarde maravilhosa que passamos ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Partilho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNSMInNPzuM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNSMInNPzuM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I took my love and I took it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I climbed a mountain and I turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till the landslide brought me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, mirror in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can the child within my heart rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I sail throught the changing ocean tides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I handle the seasons of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I built my life around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But time makes you bolder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even children get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm getting older, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, Take my love and take it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Climb a mountain and turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well the landslide brought me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well maybe the landslide will bring you down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stacey Kent -Album Breakfast on the morning tram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-1848515915983503183?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/1848515915983503183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=1848515915983503183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/1848515915983503183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/1848515915983503183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2009/01/obrigada-j.html' title='Obrigada J'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-7344632181688870390</id><published>2008-12-31T19:52:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:56:29.166Z</updated><title type='text'>A última mensagem do ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No final de cada ano, muitos de nós, olhamos para o tempo que passou e analisamos um pouco o que foram os nossos últimos 365 dias. Observamos o que aconteceu, o que fizemos, as coisas que alcançámos. Por outro lado, pensamos em tudo aquilo que planeámos fazer e que ficou por isso mesmo, nas coisas menos boas que aconteceram ou que fizemos… Depois disto, e sabendo que o que lá vai, lá vai, perspectivamos o novo ano, desejando sempre o melhor, claro está! Queremos deixar para trás o passado e prosseguir para o alvo! (O meu está aqui: Filipenses 3:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a este meu ano posso afirmar que foi maravilhoso! Muitas coisas aconteceram, muitos objectivos alcançados, muitos e bons desafios, quer a nível profissional, quer a nível pessoal. Só lamento que os dias tenham apenas 24 horas… mas boas notícias: soube hoje que fomos premiados com mais um segundo para acertar contas (por este andar temos mesmo mais uma ou duas horas por dia – já não vai ser para o meu tempo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cienciahoje.pt/index.php?oid=28783"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.cienciahoje.pt/index.php?oid=28783&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda assim, também deixei algumas coisas (e talvez das mais importantes) pelo caminho… Espero ir a tempo de resgatá-las.&lt;br /&gt;A algumas horas, e 1 segundo, de 2009 paro um pouco para reflectir em tudo o que fiz, e que fui, em 2008. Para já fica só de mim para mim, mas posso adiantar que quero ser melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Um feliz 2009 para todos!&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus vos abençoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deixo-vos 4 bons momentos do meu 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tunísia Maio de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286072055410285170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SVvmhw_ZWnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IWiucRW_XEo/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Visita da UCIRN 10 de Julho 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286068368628706626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SVvjLKqK7UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ro4juL_G6RU/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Portimão Setembro 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286069764983210450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SVvkccfBwdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/v27Z07hRW8s/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pode não parecer, mas este patinho é da Suíça Dezembro 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286074341956980850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SVvom3CnEHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WfWX70_ybZQ/s320/DSC_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8517569324961185895-7344632181688870390?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7344632181688870390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7344632181688870390' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7344632181688870390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7344632181688870390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/12/ltima-mensagem-do-ano.html' title='A última mensagem do ano'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SVvmhw_ZWnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IWiucRW_XEo/s72-c/DSC_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-7610480457576914800</id><published>2008-12-24T11:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:01:36.774Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Queridos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma boa notícia para vocês e é provável que até já não seja tão novidade assim: Hoje comemoramos o nascimento de Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;Como apaixonada por grávidas, partos e bebés que sou, amo de coração esta história, mas todo este enredo vai para além do episódio desta noite.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje comemoramos o nascimento (foi parto natural!!) da Pessoa mais importante da minha vida, acho que já devem saber da novidade, mas Ele nasceu com um Propósito, que supera largamente toda a festa. Ele é que faz anos, pensem no melhor presente que podem oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que aproveitem este tempo para parar um pouco, entre broínhas, bacalhau, presentes e tudo o que envolve a época, e reflectir no sentido de toda a época. Vale a pena pensar e descobrir que Aquele bebé faz toda a diferença nas nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque gosto de vocês partilho.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Um Bom Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7610480457576914800?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7610480457576914800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7610480457576914800' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7610480457576914800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7610480457576914800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-natal.html' title='Bom Natal'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-7092662683361469163</id><published>2008-12-06T22:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:57:35.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda por terras da Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276813363937496306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/STsBy_eHTPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/h8_e6XA_MBE/s200/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As férias seguem para o seu &lt;em&gt;terminus&lt;/em&gt; a todo o vapor, parece que ontem estavamos a chegar e falta menos de uma semana para partir. É sempre assim: "o que é bom acaba depressa." E por aqui está a ser mesmo muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/STsCJWNx_nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7otoQZhjFqw/s1600-h/DSC_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276813748000128626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/STsCJWNx_nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7otoQZhjFqw/s200/DSC_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Temos tido tanto de aventura como de cultura. Desde as caminhadas na neve, com tempestades à mistura, até às visitas a lugares históricos. Tem sido muito bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O cenário da Suíça é maravilhoso, adoro este país. Se fosse possível mudava-me para cá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se precisarem de uma &lt;em&gt;sage femme&lt;/em&gt; por aí... O meu maridoca já tem um plano: Compra uma quinta (na montanha), umas vacas e uns cavalos e o assunto esta resolvido. A somar queijo, pão tipo tranças e facas vitorinox, não precisamos de mais para estarmos felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, deixando de estar nas nuvens e assentando os pés na terra a realidade não é esta, mas de momento anda lá perto, só falta mesmo a quinta, as vacas e os cavalos (nossos, porque por aqui há muitos). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Devemos muito do que estamos a viver aos nossos amigos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em primeiro lugar: Obrigada Madame P pela hospitalidade e por nos aturares estas 2 semanas. Em troca fomos submetidos a rigorosas experiências, sendo mesmo transformados em cobaias da fondue de queijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, em especial, também queremos agradecer à:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Família Ili, Tini, SoSo e Gaby (obrigada pelo almoço de hoje)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Família ZM, Lady Di, ynaffit e xela (ivad) (obrigada pelo jantar de hoje)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Família Zzito e seus piratinhas pelo grande &lt;em&gt;soirée&lt;/em&gt; que nos proporcionaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amanhã partimos para Grindelwald para terminar em beleza com o tão ansiado ski (&lt;em&gt;Proche arrêt&lt;/em&gt;). (O 144 é o nosso número de referência esperamos não vir a precisar.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E em breve estaremos de novo no nosso Portugal. Snif! Snif!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bjs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquem c Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7092662683361469163?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7092662683361469163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7092662683361469163' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7092662683361469163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7092662683361469163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/12/ainda-por-terras-da-heidi.html' title='Ainda por terras da Heidi'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/STsBy_eHTPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/h8_e6XA_MBE/s72-c/DSC_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-7676315848227062207</id><published>2008-11-26T11:55:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:30:06.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Da terra da Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A neve chegou um dia antes de nós para nos receber. Quando chegámos nevava com alguma intensidade, era de noite (apesar de serem 5 da tarde) e o vento soprava de tal modo, que o cenário da recepção tinha tanto de maravilhoso como de assustador. Depois de uma boa noite de cura de sono vimos o fantástico manto branco que cobria os campos, mas o frio... grrrr... Deixámos Lx com 18 graus de máxima e aqui começámos com 0 de máxima (hoje de manhã estavam 10 graus negativos). Mas aqui, por agora, estamos bem melhor, de férias e basta!&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fomos a Emmental ver o fabrico do maravilhoso queijo, que deve o seu nome a esta região. A sensação era a de estarmos fora de época, o tempo parou por aqueles lados. Nalgumas partes mais antigas da fábrica parecia mesmo que tinhamos entrado no filme da Heidi. Simplesmente maravilhoso. Depois tinham uma parte mais industrial, interessante também, mas sem o mesmo encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje planeamos ir fazer uma caminhada pela neve.&lt;br /&gt;Beijoquinhas para todos, minhas e do meu maridoca.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para recordar a nossa infância fica um pouco da Heidi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sud2ZpiFbe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sud2ZpiFbe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7676315848227062207?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7676315848227062207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7676315848227062207' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7676315848227062207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7676315848227062207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-terra-da-heidi.html' title='Da terra da Heidi'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-6400757606839223709</id><published>2008-11-10T13:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:57:31.667Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti maridoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vs-yA8Xa5Bg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vs-yA8Xa5Bg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito tempo a desejar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;De mudar ventos, levantar marés&lt;br /&gt;É muita vida a desejar o alento&lt;br /&gt;Que faz&lt;br /&gt;Saber ao certo quem és&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É funda a toca onde te escondes tanto&lt;br /&gt;Tem a distância entre o silêncio e a voz&lt;br /&gt;A vida rasga bocadinhos gastos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vai descascando até chegar a nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu que sabes tanto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sentes quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o teu corpo como ponte que me salve&lt;br /&gt;Do que o medo fechou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São muitos dias a perder em vão&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca entrar dentro do labirinto&lt;br /&gt;É muita vida a não ser o que tu sentes&lt;br /&gt;A planar sobre o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quase noite, não te escondas mais&lt;br /&gt;Vai desatando até entrar o ar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um gesto que me diga o teu fundo&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra para te tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes tanto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sentes quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o teu corpo como ponte que me salve&lt;br /&gt;Do que o medo fechou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes tanto do sol&lt;br /&gt;E és uma espécie de outra margem de mim&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me dentro como chão que me agarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser esta noite quente&lt;br /&gt;A estrada aberta mesmo à nossa frente&lt;br /&gt;E tu e eu a descobrir o ar&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso correr&lt;br /&gt;Não é urgente chegar&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso é viver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-6400757606839223709?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/6400757606839223709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=6400757606839223709' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6400757606839223709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6400757606839223709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-ti-maridoca.html' title='Para ti maridoca'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-5419122032977903545</id><published>2008-11-07T11:19:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:46:27.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Le premier cri</title><content type='html'>Fui ver um filme maravilhoso que recomendo para os que gostam destas coisas. Claro que sou suspeita porque sou apaixonada por grávidas e por bebés. O filme revela-nos como se nasce nas diferentes partes do mundo. Podem pensar que deve ser tudo mais ou menos a mesma coisa, pois na essência é, afinal somos todos da mesma espécie, o modo como encaramos o parto é que é muito diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Está nos cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHW4RdsMRGw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHW4RdsMRGw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;Num intervalo de 48 horas, na Terra, o destino de várias personagens reais desenrola-se e cruza-se num momento único e universal: a vinda ao mundo de uma criança. &lt;br /&gt;É a história deslumbrante e real de todos os primeiros gritos pela vida, aqueles que nós demos quando nascemos e que selam a nossa vinda ao mundo. &lt;br /&gt;Contraste de terras, contraste de povos, contraste de culturas para a mais bela e insólita das viagens.&lt;br /&gt;O nascimento, no grande ecrã, à escala planetária.&lt;br /&gt;Prémios César – Nomeado para Melhor Documentário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim-de-semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O site oficial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disney.fr/FilmsDisney/lepremiercri/"&gt;http://www.disney.fr/FilmsDisney/lepremiercri/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-5419122032977903545?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/5419122032977903545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=5419122032977903545' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5419122032977903545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5419122032977903545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/11/le-premier-cri.html' title='Le premier cri'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-6646458887740317658</id><published>2008-11-01T21:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:07:07.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Casal TT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQzS7LxgFAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v9yaqm4Ww3U/s1600-h/olho+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263813978703795202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQzS7LxgFAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v9yaqm4Ww3U/s200/olho+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piolhitos, às vezes vocês surpreendem-me! Hoje foi um desses dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto muito de vocês! Do coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. Kuzica, não te preocupes se ele não souber nadar... Uma bóia talvez ajude!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-6646458887740317658?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/6646458887740317658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=6646458887740317658' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6646458887740317658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6646458887740317658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/11/casal-tt.html' title='Casal TT'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQzS7LxgFAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v9yaqm4Ww3U/s72-c/olho+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-3650861825410271512</id><published>2008-10-28T12:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:41:12.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQg8MGU2-JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ClH8NVh82EY/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262522343136622738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQg8MGU2-JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ClH8NVh82EY/s200/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (um pouco de Góis) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprender uma língua estrangeira não é nada fácil… Por vezes, somos invadidos por um sentimento de frustração, que só nos apetece desistir. Por exemplo, sabemos o que dizer, mas as palavras têm dificuldade em sair… Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem quando estava a pensar neste assunto e na nossa conversa de Domingo, deparo-me com o texto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong and courageous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua 1:9 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apesar do texto estar num contexto completamente diferente, fez sentido para mim. Senti-me encorajada e por isso partilho contigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não tenho dúvidas, vamos conseguir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;Bj&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/8517569324961185895-3650861825410271512?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/3650861825410271512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=3650861825410271512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/3650861825410271512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/3650861825410271512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-ti-peter.html' title='Para ti Peter'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQg8MGU2-JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ClH8NVh82EY/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-82162767083768242</id><published>2008-10-28T09:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:57:53.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo da incubadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQbvKzm6rDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/evvNS1OEU1M/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262156183560170546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQbvKzm6rDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/evvNS1OEU1M/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na semana passada quando conversava com uma amiga ela partilhou que o tempo da incubadora tinha terminado para ela.&lt;br /&gt;A incubadora é algo que me é bastante familiar... e ouvir esta expressão fez-me recordar velhos e bons tempos de profissão, mas também fez-me pensar na minha vida pessoal, quando transportei este conceito para alguns estados de espírito, ou até algumas posturas na vida.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa conversa também me fez lembrar o Outono, como tempo de hibernação para algumas espécies.&lt;br /&gt;Com a chegada do tempo frio alguns animais e sementes aguardam calmamente no seu estado latente pela primavera, protegendo-se e mantendo as suas características, para que majestosamente reapareçam no tempo mais quente.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes também sinto necessidade de hibernar, por variadíssimas razões: para me proteger, para pensar, para renovar, redireccionar, enfim, podemos aproveitar este tempo para bastantes coisas, mas temos que o aproveitar e não o desperdiçar. Permitir simplesmente que o tempo passe é pura perda de tempo… Por isso hibernar não pode ser durante muito tempo, pode ser por curtos períodos ou em fases um pouco mais demoradas, mas quando embarco nesta última, arrependo-me quase sempre, pois é tempo demais… (Snif! Snif!)&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes é fundamental parar um pouco, mas não muito tempo, apenas o necessário para ter mais forças, ou para redireccionar o caminho, ou… para o que for.&lt;br /&gt;Fico feliz amiga por ter terminado o tempo da incubadora. Tens um grande potencial, sabes disso, tens talentos conhecidos é só pores todo esse potencial em real. Tens as sementes latentes, e agora que o Outono terminou para ti, acredito que grandes frutos vão surgir. Sei que Ele tem grandes coisas reservadas para ti. Salmo 40:5&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela conversa, fizeste-me pensar em muitas coisas na minha vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quanto a ti:&lt;br /&gt;Força para os novos desafios!&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes de fazer brincos e fios!&lt;br /&gt;Continua a pintar!&lt;br /&gt;Boas aulas de inglês!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Kisses! God bless you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-82162767083768242?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/82162767083768242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=82162767083768242' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/82162767083768242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/82162767083768242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo-da-incubadora.html' title='Tempo da incubadora'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SQbvKzm6rDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/evvNS1OEU1M/s72-c/DSC_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-3396238559329744190</id><published>2008-10-21T10:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:49:30.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha semana passada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SP2xW-ypXfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4NxwAlrj8FQ/s1600-h/DSC_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259554948209270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SP2xW-ypXfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4NxwAlrj8FQ/s200/DSC_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Resumo da seana 13/10 a 19/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para quem regressou de umas mini-férias de Outono (a 2ª semana este ano), era suposto, uma semana depois sentir-me, com as baterias carregadas, pois, mas não é bem assim que me sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Tive uma semana intensa: comecei logo bem acompanhada. A famosa virose, que anda para aí, resolveu atacar-me e andei o primeiro dia a bolsar-me, vislumbrando as melhoras só na quarta-feira.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que impensável abrandar o ritmo: Sempre a bombar, mas… a arrastar-me – lema da semana. E como para mim os dias deveriam ter mais do que 24 horas e impensável usar algum tempo para dormir, foi exactamente o que tentei fazer: Estiquei as 24 até cerca de 72 e dormir - nem pensar, ora que desperdício - resumiu-se então a descansar a pestana em todo o sítio que me sentava.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim tive momentos muito bons.&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores da semana foram:&lt;br /&gt;sexta-feira - Pequeno almoço com Re e Da aqui em casa;&lt;br /&gt;sábado à tarde – Sessão cinematográfica com o maridoca – filme o Tigre e a Neve – Simplesmente maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje gozo de um merecido dia de folga na esperança de que amanhã me sinta restabelecida para começar mais uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da semana que passou não deixo fotos (acho que não queriam ver!!), mas um bocadinho das minhas férias podem espreitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259553280295704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SP2v15VEF8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/F4BPxHP4OOE/s200/DSC_0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259555743003188242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SP2yFPoSHBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IVykcvpwYEw/s200/DSC_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259557098507452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SP2zUJRrwLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/m_ahSBRr_bI/s200/DSC_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-3396238559329744190?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/3396238559329744190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=3396238559329744190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/3396238559329744190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/3396238559329744190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/10/minha-semana-passada.html' title='A minha semana passada...'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SP2xW-ypXfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4NxwAlrj8FQ/s72-c/DSC_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-5758048754416633462</id><published>2008-09-17T13:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:05:14.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a Pi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era tão pequenina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cresci também com ela, com muita maluqueira à mistura, a que alguns chamavam "judiarias" (Não ficou nada traumatizada, antes pelo contrário, continuo sem ver qual era o problema). Entretanto não sei o que se passou e ela já tem 18 anos e eu uns quantos mais... Ah, pois eu já levava uns de avanço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antigamente quando ouvia a expressão "eles fazem-nos velhos", alguém mais velho a falar a propósito do rápido crescimento dos mais novos, não percebia muito bem a dimensão deste comentário. Agora começa a ficar muito claro!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crescem a uma velocidade alucinante... namoram... entram para a faculdade... e como se já não bastasse para me sentir idosa, ainda se atrevem a  fazer 18 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha querida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero que saibas que independentemente do meu sentimento geriátrico, estou muito feliz pelo teu aniversário. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dou graças pela tua vida e pelos últimos presentes que recebeste, talvez numa antecipação da festa de hoje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oro para que Ele te guie e e guarde neste novo ano, vai ser um novo desafio, mas Ele estará sempre a teu lado. Nunca te esqueças disso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto mim e ao meu maridoca, sabes que mesmo longe estás sempre no nosso coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia muito feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-5758048754416633462?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/5758048754416633462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=5758048754416633462' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5758048754416633462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5758048754416633462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-pi.html' title='Para a Pi'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-1179722898956962538</id><published>2008-09-16T14:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:42:05.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana serra e mar</title><content type='html'>A agência Sulette promove o fim-de-semana Serra e Mar, mas cuidado com o cão - ladra e dizem que não morde... Eu cá não acredito!!&lt;br /&gt;Su e Lé, Toucinho, Sr. Cozinheiro e D.ª P. muito obrigada pelo fim-de-semana.&lt;br /&gt;De nós: Carolina e Pedro Ricardo Miguel&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-14KWDUXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YIlvDZGCa6U/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246612067364065650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-14KWDUXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YIlvDZGCa6U/s200/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-14dztNWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qo85qGcD7t4/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246612072588719458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-14dztNWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qo85qGcD7t4/s200/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-14i4hULI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NuQC03WbXj0/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246612073951088818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-14i4hULI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NuQC03WbXj0/s200/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-146FuCmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JNTU6Bt2F0c/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246612080180464226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-146FuCmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JNTU6Bt2F0c/s200/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-1179722898956962538?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/1179722898956962538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=1179722898956962538' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/1179722898956962538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/1179722898956962538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/09/fim-de-semana-serra-e-mar.html' title='Fim-de-semana serra e mar'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SM-14KWDUXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YIlvDZGCa6U/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-8177476463776930692</id><published>2008-09-16T13:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:11:24.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incertezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Todo o homem tem direito de duvidar da sua tarefa, e de abandoná-la de vez em quando; a única coisa que não pode fazer é esquecê-la. Quem não duvida de si mesmo,é indigno - porque confia cegamente na sua capacidade e peca por orgulho. Bendito seja todo aquele que passa por momentos de indecisão."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por vezes, é preciso perder para encontrar... É só depois de momentos como estes, de dor e incerteza, que a clareza surge. So e Lu, vão/vamos encontrar o caminho, nem que o percurso seja mais longo, e até mais doloroso, mas sei que vamos encontrar, desistir não me parece que faça parte do vosso/nosso vocabulário, pois não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-8177476463776930692?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/8177476463776930692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=8177476463776930692' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8177476463776930692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8177476463776930692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/09/incertezas.html' title='Incertezas'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-6007181665547616986</id><published>2008-09-09T16:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:49:41.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 5:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you L&amp;amp;D for this morning! I loved it! Check out this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/pure-in-heart-will-see-god.html"&gt;http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/pure-in-heart-will-see-god.html&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/8517569324961185895-6007181665547616986?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/6007181665547616986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=6007181665547616986' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6007181665547616986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/6007181665547616986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-friends.html' title='Dear friends'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-4367875685613269234</id><published>2008-09-09T16:09:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:45:43.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco do meu fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaY9pxyZfI/AAAAAAAAADw/JvV-wkbJgyA/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047001073640946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaY9pxyZfI/AAAAAAAAADw/JvV-wkbJgyA/s200/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaY904S5mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zvzEuT43vNk/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047004053726818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaY904S5mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zvzEuT43vNk/s200/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaY-shkx8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KdQopTuAJUM/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047018990815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaY-shkx8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KdQopTuAJUM/s200/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042527265325394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaU5PixAVI/AAAAAAAAADI/Klu7j4gGYLY/s200/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um bocadinho de Turismo Rural...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Por fim: A Praia da Comporta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nem parecia que estávamos em Portugal! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaU59cIOhI/AAAAAAAAADY/4Qq11S9FIQk/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042539585518098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaU59cIOhI/AAAAAAAAADY/4Qq11S9FIQk/s200/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaU6JBvliI/AAAAAAAAADg/fbOIfeaZEOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042542696076834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaU6JBvliI/AAAAAAAAADg/fbOIfeaZEOQ/s200/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-4367875685613269234?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/4367875685613269234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=4367875685613269234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/4367875685613269234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/4367875685613269234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-pouco-do-meu-fim-de-semana.html' title='Um pouco do meu fim-de-semana'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SMaY9pxyZfI/AAAAAAAAADw/JvV-wkbJgyA/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-8413326189896353425</id><published>2008-08-27T13:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:49:30.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SLVLBc5niHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7SCU3T-ArbM/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239176229825251442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SLVLBc5niHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7SCU3T-ArbM/s200/P1010129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O amor não consiste em olhar um para o outro, mas em olhar na mesma direcção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Antoine St. Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti maridoca, só para que saibas que te admiro muito, pelo que és, pelo que fazes... a tua paciência de metro... valoriza-te ainda mais. Obrigada por todo o teu apoio. Quero olhar para ti, mas quero ainda mais olhar contigo, meu companheiro de caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Lembraste desta foto? Umas horas antes das fatídicas cheias... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-8413326189896353425?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/8413326189896353425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=8413326189896353425' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8413326189896353425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/8413326189896353425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-ti.html' title='Para ti'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SLVLBc5niHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7SCU3T-ArbM/s72-c/P1010129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-5864077001571593033</id><published>2008-08-17T08:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:49:22.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda que saiba que estas coisas da tecnologia não te são familiares, e que tal como as mensagens de telemóvel ficarão eternamente na caixa de entrada com o envelope fechado, esta também ficará por ler, mas não importa. Acredito que só de saberes que te escrevi qualquer coisa na net, ficarás muito feliz. Claro que hoje não poderia deixar passar o dia sem te dizer o quanto és especial e que para mim és a melhor mãe, serás sempre! Gostava de estar contigo, mas não posso... Mas sabes que tu estás comigo no meu coração. Desejo-te um dia muito feliz. Feliz aniversário! No próximo fim-de-semana comemoramos a valer, prometo.&lt;br /&gt;Fica com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Tua filha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-5864077001571593033?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/5864077001571593033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=5864077001571593033' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5864077001571593033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/5864077001571593033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-ti-me.html' title='Para ti mãe'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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-8517569324961185895.post-446722400474792589</id><published>2008-08-13T10:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:33:52.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrastes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a pequena chama acesa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um fogo de artifício... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida tem destes contrastes...&lt;br /&gt;Foi um serão maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada R, S e N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233931293090345282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SKKox89zcUI/AAAAAAAAACA/8cfcpet6Igk/s200/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930245129423698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SKKn09Acy1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aCpZ9-ogfns/s200/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-446722400474792589?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/446722400474792589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=446722400474792589' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/446722400474792589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/446722400474792589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/08/contrastes.html' title='Contrastes'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SKKox89zcUI/AAAAAAAAACA/8cfcpet6Igk/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-2542427013786504203</id><published>2008-08-08T16:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:54:28.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acima de tudo, na vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;temos necessidade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de alguém que nos obrigue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a realizar aquilo de que somos capazes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É este o papel da amizade." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;(Emerson) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;A amizade também passa por aqui, mas felizmente tem muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Especialmente para ti L:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thank you, L, for your patience with me. I will keep making an effort (I learned this today). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;You are a good teacher and especially a good friend! I hope I can be as useful to you as you have been to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wish you a pleasant vacation in Serra de Estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Bjinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232188781068433874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SJx3-Z1eOdI/AAAAAAAAABY/C9wfeesktdg/s200/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;From Tunísia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Maio 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-2542427013786504203?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/2542427013786504203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=2542427013786504203' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/2542427013786504203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/2542427013786504203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/08/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SJx3-Z1eOdI/AAAAAAAAABY/C9wfeesktdg/s72-c/DSC_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-570107115375328455</id><published>2008-08-06T11:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:45:45.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O valor da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este fim-de-semana fui levada a pensar no valor da vida… Bom, por vezes nem nos damos conta que a felicidade passa por coisas muito simples e não pela busca incessante… desenfreada… ao ponto de a vida passar por nós e nós não passarmos por ela. Será que vale a pena viver assim? Não me parece! Salmo 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me find Your grace in the valley&lt;br /&gt;Let me find Your life in my death&lt;br /&gt;Let me find Your joy in my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your wealth in my need&lt;br /&gt;That You’re near with every breath&lt;br /&gt;In the valley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231356055577262162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SJmCnZpFeFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PD2OyG_xRjM/s200/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Um bocadinho de Góis...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem tive o privilégio de participar no início da vida. Não existem palavras para explicar o que aconteceu. Tem tanto de belo, como de misterioso, somos invadidos por um sentimento inexplicável…&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada S, N e L por permitirem estar presente neste momento tão vosso. Foi possível porque vocês fizeram tudo isto ser possível... Obrigada! Estou nas nuvens!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-570107115375328455?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/570107115375328455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=570107115375328455' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/570107115375328455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/570107115375328455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-valor-da-vida.html' title='O valor da vida'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SJmCnZpFeFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PD2OyG_xRjM/s72-c/DSC_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517569324961185895.post-7854786316613673289</id><published>2008-07-24T12:39:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:19:07.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acerca de mim'/><title type='text'>Uma nova casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SIhx1EbVQQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s29KdnuEtX8/s1600-h/A+caminho+do+Pico+Ruivo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226552524098846978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="287" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SIhx1EbVQQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s29KdnuEtX8/s320/A+caminho+do+Pico+Ruivo.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não, ainda não mudei de casa (edifício). Mas vi-me obrigada a mudar de blog. Alguns de vós visitaram o meu outro, mas entretanto "deixou-me ficar mal"... Por isso resolvi mudar-me para aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Por lá fica o registo de muito de mim. Vou ter saudades... Lamento ter de "abandoná-lo", foram quase 2 anos... Recomendo que ainda passem por lá, &lt;a href="http://canalves.blog.com/"&gt;http://canalves.blog.com/&lt;/a&gt; como que de uma despedida se tratasse, mas apareçam por aqui e deixem as vossas mensagens, fazem-me bem.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Boas férias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ps. Fica uma foto das nossas férias na Madeira (Maio de 2007). Caminhada entre o Pico do Areeiro e Pico Ruivo. Simplesmente &lt;em&gt;Amazing! Great is the Lord!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517569324961185895-7854786316613673289?l=andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/feeds/7854786316613673289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8517569324961185895&amp;postID=7854786316613673289' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7854786316613673289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517569324961185895/posts/default/7854786316613673289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/2008/07/uma-nova-casa.html' title='Uma nova casa'/><author><name>Catarina A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16654108213085007229</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mjb0_gzTEAg/SIhx1EbVQQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s29KdnuEtX8/s72-c/A+caminho+do+Pico+Ruivo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
