<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:43:18.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Passagens...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-4751404627134519575</id><published>2007-08-30T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:45:09.222Z</updated><title type='text'>A Vocês...</title><content type='html'>A todas as pessoas que estiveram "junto a mim" enquanto estive do "Outro Lado do Oceano!"... Vocês sabem quem são... a todos vocês... O meu muito Obrigado... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tu9HPz__3ys"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tu9HPz__3ys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/1650239529508535754-4751404627134519575?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4751404627134519575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=4751404627134519575' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/4751404627134519575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/4751404627134519575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/08/vocs.html' title='A Vocês...'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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-1650239529508535754.post-7706890578868713276</id><published>2007-08-28T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:26:41.077Z</updated><title type='text'>De Volta...</title><content type='html'>Já me encontro de volta...&lt;br /&gt;Há algum tempo que já não passava por aqui! Mas desta vez passei para vos dizer um "Olá" e não um "Oi"... :) Pois é... de novo em Portugal... agora é o Brasil que se encontra "do outro lado do Oceano"!&lt;br /&gt;Estive uns tempos sem vir à internet... lol para descansar, porque os 4 meses que estive no Brasil fartei-me de internet...lol&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos! Passarei aqui mais vezes! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-7706890578868713276?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7706890578868713276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=7706890578868713276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7706890578868713276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7706890578868713276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/08/de-volta.html' title='De Volta...'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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-1650239529508535754.post-385223086079782316</id><published>2007-05-24T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:39:41.744Z</updated><title type='text'>"Mãos!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RlYFEBPx4tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X3-XmhgnWng/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RlYFEBPx4tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X3-XmhgnWng/s400/maos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068243997264306898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um gesto, um chamamento&lt;br /&gt;De enfado, de ternura&lt;br /&gt;De oração, de sentimento&lt;br /&gt;De prazer, de loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um beijo que se envia&lt;br /&gt;De um obstáculo que se desvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos em rosto afagando&lt;br /&gt;Mãos lisas, mãos enrugadas&lt;br /&gt;Mãos feridas, encarquilhadas&lt;br /&gt;Mãos ao alto, implorando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos no peito batendo&lt;br /&gt;Mãos puras e belas&lt;br /&gt;Mãos por alguém sofrendo &lt;br /&gt;Mãos de muitas quimeras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que amam&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que se estendem&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que embalam&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que se vendem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos de irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Mãos sem idade&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que são mãos&lt;br /&gt;São mãos de AMIZADE!"&lt;/em&gt; Autor Anónimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-385223086079782316?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/385223086079782316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=385223086079782316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/385223086079782316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/385223086079782316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/05/mos.html' title='&quot;Mãos!&quot;'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RlYFEBPx4tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X3-XmhgnWng/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-7068894758200637529</id><published>2007-05-07T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:12:13.961Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia...</title><content type='html'>E os dias vão passando... este foi mais um dia de estágio! Com visitas domiciliares pela Comunidade Alto do Céu e Beira Molhada!... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj--LjbpKOI/AAAAAAAAALI/dOoWjQXMkGI/s1600-h/DSCF1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj--LjbpKOI/AAAAAAAAALI/dOoWjQXMkGI/s400/DSCF1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061973611886749922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A vista da Comunidade Alto do Céu - Mandacaru, Brasil 2006. Um país de contrastes... de um lado a cidade que faz transparecer "o paraíso"... deste lado, a parte "menos boa" que muitas pessoas vivendo no mesmo país desconhecem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-80zbpKNI/AAAAAAAAALA/5EV5ZW0R02c/s1600-h/HPIM1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-80zbpKNI/AAAAAAAAALA/5EV5ZW0R02c/s400/HPIM1425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061972121533098194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em visita domiciliar... Família beneficiária do Bolsa família, Susana, Walesca (Assistente Social do CRAS) e Eu... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-75jbpKMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZdeZft6lpT0/s1600-h/HPIM1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-75jbpKMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZdeZft6lpT0/s400/HPIM1421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061971103625849026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-67TbpKLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WMU_Afeq-NA/s1600-h/HPIM1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-67TbpKLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WMU_Afeq-NA/s400/HPIM1418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061970034178992306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-5NTbpKKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/B5QAYqlNwB8/s1600-h/DSCF1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-5NTbpKKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/B5QAYqlNwB8/s400/DSCF1151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061968144393382050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-4djbpKJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/99pNmi3tu_k/s1600-h/DSCF1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-4djbpKJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/99pNmi3tu_k/s400/DSCF1147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061967324054628498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visita domiciliar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-3-DbpKII/AAAAAAAAAKY/f91_GK4E8CI/s1600-h/DSCF1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj-3-DbpKII/AAAAAAAAAKY/f91_GK4E8CI/s400/DSCF1137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061966782888749186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Centro de Referência e assistência Social - Mandacaru Brasil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-7068894758200637529?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7068894758200637529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=7068894758200637529' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7068894758200637529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7068894758200637529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-os-dias-vo-passando.html' title='Mais um dia...'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rj--LjbpKOI/AAAAAAAAALI/dOoWjQXMkGI/s72-c/DSCF1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-7174652166355135942</id><published>2007-04-28T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:21:27.244Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RjO0sjbpKHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ga8aGSssbwA/s1600-h/Photo01_87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RjO0sjbpKHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ga8aGSssbwA/s400/Photo01_87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058585483985627250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi a Benção das Fitas...como eu queria estar com vocês! Por tudo o que passamos, por todos os momentos...Acreditem que não me esqueço de vocês! Apesar de tudo vocês estão no meu Coração...cada um à sua maneira, mas estão...&lt;br /&gt;Beijos para Todos e Felicidades!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-7174652166355135942?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7174652166355135942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=7174652166355135942' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7174652166355135942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7174652166355135942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje-foi-beno-das-fitas.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RjO0sjbpKHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ga8aGSssbwA/s72-c/Photo01_87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-3084402981253407801</id><published>2007-04-06T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:47:50.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Como eu queria!... Ajudar-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RhaGYtCWAVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-dMFyNSu8V0/s1600-h/DSCF0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RhaGYtCWAVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-dMFyNSu8V0/s400/DSCF0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050371791106998610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah...como queria consolar-te nesse momento!&lt;br /&gt;Há se eu tivesse em minhas mãos a cura para esses sentimentos!&lt;br /&gt;Porque? &lt;br /&gt;Na estrada da vida passamos, e muitas vezes encontramos,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pedindo socorro, alguém chorando ou sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;E nem sempre algo podemos fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Há... isso me dói em profundo, saber que aqui neste mundo &lt;br /&gt;Nada eu posso fazer....&lt;br /&gt;Então fantasiando um pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;Tentando encontrar um jeitinho &lt;br /&gt;De seu coração aliviar...&lt;br /&gt;De minha mão esticar...&lt;br /&gt;E poder arrancar-te do fundo....&lt;br /&gt;Trazer-te de volta para o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo da vida real.....&lt;br /&gt;O mundo na forma normal...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de ter em minhas mãos... &lt;br /&gt;O antídoto da tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;O licor da certeza...&lt;br /&gt;O remédio para tua dor...&lt;br /&gt;Fico aqui no meu cantinho...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensando nesse jeitinho...&lt;br /&gt;De algo poder fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuarei procurando...&lt;br /&gt;E um dia eu acabo encontrando...&lt;br /&gt;E assim poderei dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Que bom poder te ajudar!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos sentimentos mais perturbadores... querer ajudar e não poder!Por vezes até se torna numa frustação! Mas depois olhamos para aquelas "carinhas doces"...aqueles sorrisos inconfundíveis...e reparo que são "elas" que nos ajudaram!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-3084402981253407801?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3084402981253407801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=3084402981253407801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/3084402981253407801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/3084402981253407801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/04/como-eu-queria-ajudar-te.html' title='Como eu queria!... Ajudar-te!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RhaGYtCWAVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-dMFyNSu8V0/s72-c/DSCF0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-1640025411899025038</id><published>2007-03-29T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:08:21.915Z</updated><title type='text'>"A Vila dos Pescadores - Rabo da Gata"... Mandacaru - Brasil!</title><content type='html'>Das zonas mais "críticas" do bairro de Mandacaru... "A Vila dos Pescadores" mais conhecida entre as pessoas pelo "Rabo da Gata"... é um aglomerado de "casas" que são feitas de barro, madeira, papel e até plástico! Algo impensável...que só se acredita mesmo vendo!... Deixo-vos algumas fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwNbKAx05I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R7FqoGe_RkE/s1600-h/DSCF0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwNbKAx05I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R7FqoGe_RkE/s400/DSCF0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047424042570732434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwM7aAx04I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UeA7K6BZDsk/s1600-h/DSCF0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwM7aAx04I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UeA7K6BZDsk/s400/DSCF0460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047423497109885826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwMlaAx03I/AAAAAAAAAJs/F5goIJZlJgM/s1600-h/DSCF0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwMlaAx03I/AAAAAAAAAJs/F5goIJZlJgM/s400/DSCF0496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047423119152763762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwMBKAx02I/AAAAAAAAAJk/HnblxJw6fl0/s1600-h/DSCF0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwMBKAx02I/AAAAAAAAAJk/HnblxJw6fl0/s400/DSCF0500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047422496382505826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwLnqAx01I/AAAAAAAAAJc/sQcdEAcgKfA/s1600-h/DSCF0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwLnqAx01I/AAAAAAAAAJc/sQcdEAcgKfA/s400/DSCF0526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047422058295841618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwK3KAx00I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JGIJmRHB2ng/s1600-h/DSCF0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwK3KAx00I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JGIJmRHB2ng/s400/DSCF0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047421225072186178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwKdaAx0zI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oizN_RpHt4g/s1600-h/DSCF0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwKdaAx0zI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oizN_RpHt4g/s400/DSCF0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047420782690554674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-1640025411899025038?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1640025411899025038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=1640025411899025038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/1640025411899025038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/1640025411899025038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/vila-dos-pescadores-rabo-da-gata.html' title='&quot;A Vila dos Pescadores - Rabo da Gata&quot;... Mandacaru - Brasil!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgwNbKAx05I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R7FqoGe_RkE/s72-c/DSCF0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-1785010954946525786</id><published>2007-03-25T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:45:14.680Z</updated><title type='text'>E os Dias vão Passando!...</title><content type='html'>Fotos em Gurinhém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rgb15I5ELGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hxErph8Mb4o/s1600-h/Gurinh%C3%A9m+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rgb15I5ELGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hxErph8Mb4o/s400/Gurinh%C3%A9m+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045990794503400546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rgb0-o5ELFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gK6upgeZOHE/s1600-h/DSCF0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rgb0-o5ELFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gK6upgeZOHE/s400/DSCF0397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045989789481053266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rgb0LY5ELEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/46kX2vzxdec/s1600-h/DSCF0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rgb0LY5ELEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/46kX2vzxdec/s400/DSCF0373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045988909012757570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgbzCY5ELDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rya9WFKLiUk/s1600-h/Gurinh%C3%A9m+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgbzCY5ELDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rya9WFKLiUk/s400/Gurinh%C3%A9m+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045987654882307122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgbyD45ELCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sDl2V1hdaIU/s1600-h/DSCF0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RgbyD45ELCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sDl2V1hdaIU/s400/DSCF0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045986581140483106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... e os dias vão passando! Já não escrevia à algum tempo... não por não ter nada para escrever, mas porque "os dias vão passando"!...&lt;br /&gt;Entre estes dias passei por várias experiências... no estágio, fomos ao interior do Brasil (Gurinhém) terra da nossa amiga Gal (que tem sido a nossa "mainha" neste lado do Oceano), tivemos também almoço em casa da irmã da Gal e claro com direito a Forró... e agora nos últimos dias recebemos a visita de Portugas :) a São (mãe da Tânia), a Liliana (irmã da Tânia) e a Isabel (amiga da família)!... Verdade seja dita, estes dias têm sido uma comédia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-1785010954946525786?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1785010954946525786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=1785010954946525786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/1785010954946525786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/1785010954946525786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-os-dias-vo-passando.html' title='E os Dias vão Passando!...'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rgb15I5ELGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hxErph8Mb4o/s72-c/Gurinh%C3%A9m+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-2693798143578080186</id><published>2007-03-12T15:24:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:45:01.785-01:00</updated><title type='text'>O "Nosso" 8 de Março - Dia das Mulheres!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWC0MWKtRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3I_OgbdXOVA/s1600-h/DSCF0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWC0MWKtRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3I_OgbdXOVA/s400/DSCF0277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041079191090148626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWCY8WKtQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2l8vM5YI_To/s1600-h/DSCF0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWCY8WKtQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2l8vM5YI_To/s400/DSCF0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041078722938713346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWB8sWKtPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lzqNvIzJHJg/s1600-h/DSCF0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWB8sWKtPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lzqNvIzJHJg/s400/DSCF0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041078237607408882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWBasWKtOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fLw_fT8o_2U/s1600-h/DSCF0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWBasWKtOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fLw_fT8o_2U/s400/DSCF0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041077653491856610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem este dia até que foi bastante agitado! A Nossa Su fazia anos!&lt;br /&gt;No CRAS comemoraram o dia das Mulheres com um almoço, onde se reuniram todas as mulheres da instituição!&lt;br /&gt;Depois à noite foi a vez de festejar os anos da Su!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-2693798143578080186?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2693798143578080186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=2693798143578080186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/2693798143578080186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/2693798143578080186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-nosso-8-de-maro.html' title='O &quot;Nosso&quot; 8 de Março - Dia das Mulheres!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfWC0MWKtRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3I_OgbdXOVA/s72-c/DSCF0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-2326002193652188645</id><published>2007-03-09T01:44:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:03:08.299-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfDMmxMDw7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DT3_s2dlS8w/s1600-h/258_0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfDMmxMDw7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DT3_s2dlS8w/s400/258_0a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039752949438596018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt;da história da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;br /&gt;e acabei por perder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;br /&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;br /&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;br /&gt;Já eu percorrera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;br /&gt;há instantes morrera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;br /&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade!"&lt;/em&gt; Composição: Jorge Fernando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-2326002193652188645?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2326002193652188645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=2326002193652188645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/2326002193652188645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/2326002193652188645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/chuva.html' title='Chuva!...'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfDMmxMDw7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DT3_s2dlS8w/s72-c/258_0a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-6245943439001184868</id><published>2007-03-09T01:28:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:40:27.801-01:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA de MULHER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfDGghMDw6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/EDT8SXs166M/s1600-h/254848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfDGghMDw6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/EDT8SXs166M/s400/254848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039746244994646946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Foto: A. Brito&lt;br /&gt;"Nada mais contraditório do que ser mulher...&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que pensa com o coração,&lt;br /&gt;age pela emoção e vence pelo Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que vive milhões de emoções num só dia e&lt;br /&gt;transmite cada um delas, num único olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Que cobra de si a perfeição e vive&lt;br /&gt;arrumando desculpas para os erros,&lt;br /&gt;daqueles a quem ama!&lt;br /&gt;Que hospeda no ventre outras almas, da luz &lt;br /&gt;e depois fica cega, diante da beleza dos filhos que gerou.&lt;br /&gt;Que dá as asas, ensina a voar mas não quer ver partir&lt;br /&gt;os pássaros, mesmo sabendo que eles não lhe pertencem.&lt;br /&gt;Que se enfeita toda perfuma o leiro, ainda&lt;br /&gt;que seu amor nem perceba mais tais detalhes!&lt;br /&gt;Que como uma feiticeira transforma&lt;br /&gt;em luz e sorriso as dores que sente na alma,&lt;br /&gt;só pra ninguém notar!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda tem que ser forte, pra dar os ombros&lt;br /&gt;para quem neles precise chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz do homem que por um dia souber,&lt;br /&gt;entender a Alma da Mulher!!!..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-6245943439001184868?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6245943439001184868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=6245943439001184868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/6245943439001184868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/6245943439001184868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/alma-de-mulher.html' title='ALMA de MULHER!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfDGghMDw6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/EDT8SXs166M/s72-c/254848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-5562573099530681221</id><published>2007-03-08T18:28:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:33:14.772-01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS INTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfBkWhMDw4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nb1TGLISh1Y/s1600-h/DSCF7496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfBkWhMDw4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nb1TGLISh1Y/s400/DSCF7496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039638321056433026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kido! PARABÉNS... muitos anos de Vida! Que tudo na Vida te corra pelo melhor! Pois tu és uma pessoa que merece e nunca deixes de ser quem és...um Amigo 5 estrelas! Bigado por poder contar contigo! Beijinhos! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-5562573099530681221?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5562573099530681221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=5562573099530681221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/5562573099530681221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/5562573099530681221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/parabns-inter.html' title='PARABÉNS INTER!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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/_JFIMO94oR0w/RfBkWhMDw4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nb1TGLISh1Y/s72-c/DSCF7496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-7291042177493754385</id><published>2007-03-05T22:17:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:38:10.712-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde de Forró em casa da Gal !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reypi75Qp6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/mcwkN1-nIyE/s1600-h/P3044456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reypi75Qp6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/mcwkN1-nIyE/s400/P3044456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038588500779247522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Almoço e Forró em casa da Gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reyl5Be-NqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-WW88n_q0dk/s1600-h/P3044486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reyl5Be-NqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-WW88n_q0dk/s400/P3044486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038584482190210722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A tentar dançar Forró... até que não correu mal! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reylaxe-NpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yHSaygf8cQs/s1600-h/P3044483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reylaxe-NpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yHSaygf8cQs/s400/P3044483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038583962499167890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois do almoço...Forró... dança tipica do Nordeste Brasileiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReylKhe-NoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/le5V6jHKkiY/s1600-h/P3044450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReylKhe-NoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/le5V6jHKkiY/s400/P3044450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038583683326293634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De volta das caipirinhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-7291042177493754385?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7291042177493754385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=7291042177493754385' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7291042177493754385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7291042177493754385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/tarde-de-forr-em-casa-da-gal.html' title='Tarde de Forró em casa da Gal !'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reypi75Qp6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/mcwkN1-nIyE/s72-c/P3044456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-8590554066896073573</id><published>2007-03-05T21:01:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:14:17.547-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita guiada pela Comunidade do Jardim Mangueira!</title><content type='html'>A visita guiada pelo Bairro foi feita pelo Sr. Jardel, Coordenador do CRAS (no dia 2 de Março 2007)!&lt;br /&gt;E assim fomos nós! "Então vá meninas, tragam as malas e a máquina fotográfica..."... Eu e a Su começamo-nos a rir, porque pensavamos que o Jardel estava a brincar connosco! "Sim, sim... tragam as malas assim podem chegar a Portugal e dizer que não vos aconteceu nada..." De notar, que o Jardel lida com a Comunidade à cerca de 22 anos, toda a gente o conhece e como a população diz "é sangue bom!"... &lt;br /&gt;Então lá fomos nós para a nossa "Aventura"... mas com o nosso "Anjinho da Guarda", o Sr. Jardel :)&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma mistura de sentimentos inexplicavél... medo, euforia, ansiedade, por vezes um pouco de pânico controlavél, e até chorou! Pois, a situações com que nos deparamos foram bastante chocantes... Estavamos mesmo noutro "Mundo"! Não é que ainda não tivessemos lá ido, porque já, em visitas domiciliárias, mas desta vez foi uma visita diferente... o Jardel levou-nos aos lugares mais "críticos" da comunidade!&lt;br /&gt;De início, tivemos algum receio... o Jardel só nos dizia "fixem o momento!" e nós "mas porquê, porquê?!", "não se preocupem porque está tudo bem, falamos melhor no CRAS!", dizia Jardel!&lt;br /&gt;A população recebeu-nos de "braços abertos"! Foi emocionante ver aqueles "Sorrisos" que escondem tanta tristeza...já mais os esquecerei! A população só queria tirar fotos, proncipalmente a criançada!...&lt;br /&gt;O confronto com uma das casas (como podem ver na foto) deixou-nos sem palavras... uma casa feita de barro e madeira onde habita uma família de 8 pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida que foram 3 horas na minha vida que nunca vou esquecer! A Alegria com que as pessoas nos receberam foi contagiante... O valor que elas dão às pequenas coisas, fazem delas pessoas muito mais felizes! De uma simplicidade e humildade que são sem dúvida características destas pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao CRAS, Eu e a Su iamos sem palavras... como é possível existir tanta miséria junta! É um "Mundo completamente à parte"! E por mais que o tente explicar não consigo, porque não tem explicação... &lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar ao CRAS, Jardel então falou connosco sobre os tais "momentos" que ele pediu para nós "fixarmos"... "passamos por pessoas que estavam a controlar as entradas e saídas da favela"..."Por líderes de tráfico de droga que fazem ajustes de contas pelas próprias mãos!" Enfim... uma realidade que não existe só nos filmes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reyb9Be-NnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bQgzpQZ7TVc/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reyb9Be-NnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bQgzpQZ7TVc/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038573555793409650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReybSBe-NmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/trWWHFuR4YY/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReybSBe-NmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/trWWHFuR4YY/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038572817059034722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Su na Rádio Comunitária do Bairro! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyZoBe-NlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xe-WM4lvUJo/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyZoBe-NlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xe-WM4lvUJo/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038570995992901202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto da Comunidade... Sorrisos que escondem uma miséria imensa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyYPhe-NkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZCCn63BS6AA/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyYPhe-NkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZCCn63BS6AA/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038569475574478402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi uma das situações que mexeu mais connosco... nesta casa, sim isto por trás de nós é uma casa onde habitam 8 pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyX1Be-NjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JS4o_2ZO1U0/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyX1Be-NjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JS4o_2ZO1U0/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038569020307945010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das casas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyXOhe-NiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1UBMq6E9_gU/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyXOhe-NiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1UBMq6E9_gU/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038568358882981410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Su... na Construção da 1º Cresche da Comunidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyW4xe-NhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CZ0ZAmUPStQ/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyW4xe-NhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CZ0ZAmUPStQ/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038567985220826642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Su com a Pequenada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyWcBe-NgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cecYxXfgFP8/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyWcBe-NgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cecYxXfgFP8/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038567491299587586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das casa onde os esgotos correm a céu aberto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyV6Be-NfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t4lX7agIkkk/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-++142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReyV6Be-NfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/t4lX7agIkkk/s400/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-++142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038566907184035314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das Ruas do Bairro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-8590554066896073573?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8590554066896073573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=8590554066896073573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/8590554066896073573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/8590554066896073573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/03/visita-guiada-pela-comunidade-do-jardim.html' title='Visita guiada pela Comunidade do Jardim Mangueira!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Reyb9Be-NnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bQgzpQZ7TVc/s72-c/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-431971352903323030</id><published>2007-02-25T20:10:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:40:06.984-01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Local de Estágio... No Brasil!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035603031962910482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIORx4HfxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0LjVFs3nLf8/s400/DSCF0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; O Meu Local de Estágio no Brasil... CRAS, Centro de Referência e Assistência Social do Bairro de Mandacaru (sendo dividido por várias comunidades)! Na foto eu e uma das Psicólogas do CRAS (Tati)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReINkR4HfwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j7WwVeYxVBQ/s1600-h/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035602250278862594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReINkR4HfwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j7WwVeYxVBQ/s400/DSCF0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unidade de Saúde IV do Bairro Mandacaru, o que nós em Portugal chamamos de Centro de Saúde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIL_R4HfvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ia_2rwq5ghM/s1600-h/DSCF0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035600515112074994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIL_R4HfvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ia_2rwq5ghM/s400/DSCF0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma ruela do bairro Mandacaru...esta já com um melhor "aspecto" devido ao Projecto (de calçada e saneamento básico) em curso implementado pela Prefeitura de João Pessoa juntamente com o CRAS em algumas comunidades do Bairro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIK8R4HfuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-3XIzOuQyRw/s1600-h/DSCF0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035599364060839650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIK8R4HfuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-3XIzOuQyRw/s400/DSCF0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma das Lixeiras do Bairro Mandacaru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIJ-B4HftI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Cy96B0UIs0A/s1600-h/DSCF0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035598294613982930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIJ-B4HftI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Cy96B0UIs0A/s400/DSCF0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui... uma das muitas casas do Bairro de Mandacaru...sem portas e sem saneamento básico!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReII0B4HfsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jzqEFr4QMkA/s1600-h/DSCF0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035597023303663298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReII0B4HfsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jzqEFr4QMkA/s400/DSCF0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bairro Mandacaru... Sim, é muito verdinho, muita natureza... mas nem tudo o que parece é! Entre becos e ruelas, a realidade é impensável!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIHMR4HfrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PoVzD5OmemA/s1600-h/DSCF0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035595240892235442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIHMR4HfrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PoVzD5OmemA/s400/DSCF0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Psicóloga do CRAS (Tati) e a Susana... por trás é uma das comunidades da favela Mandacaru... Jardim Mangueira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-431971352903323030?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/431971352903323030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=431971352903323030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/431971352903323030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/431971352903323030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-meu-local-de-estgio-no-brasil.html' title='O Meu Local de Estágio... No Brasil!!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReIORx4HfxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0LjVFs3nLf8/s72-c/DSCF0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-5024762816692370831</id><published>2007-02-24T18:13:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:35:56.503-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos Meus Amigos!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReCOwuNqQlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tC5cX7N9LAg/s1600-h/Amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035181351090405970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReCOwuNqQlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tC5cX7N9LAg/s200/Amizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, os &lt;em&gt;Amigos&lt;/em&gt; são o nosso &lt;em&gt;verdadeiro Tesouro&lt;/em&gt;... isso já eu e todos nós sabiamos! Mas agora... "Do Outro Lado do Oceano" ainda lhes dou mais valor!... Sei que eles não se esquecem de mim, mas mesmo assim... sente-se um vazio enorme! Muitos talvez nem sabem o quando eu os adoro, mas a verdade é que estão no meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um obrigado a Todos os Meus Amigos por fazerem parte da minha Vida!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tenho amigos que nem sabem o quanto são meus amigos. Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Amizade é um sentimento mais nobre que o amor, eis que eprmite que o objecto dela se divida em outros afectos, enquanto que o amor tem íntrinseco o ciúme, que não admite rivalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E às vezes quando os procuro, noto que eles não têm noção de quanto me são necessários, de como são indespensáveis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torta para um lado. se todos morrerem eu desabo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A gente não faz Amigos, reconhece-os!"&lt;/em&gt; (Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-5024762816692370831?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5024762816692370831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=5024762816692370831' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/5024762816692370831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/5024762816692370831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/02/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos Meus Amigos!...'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/ReCOwuNqQlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tC5cX7N9LAg/s72-c/Amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-8416745609625047102</id><published>2007-02-19T15:46:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:48:48.377-01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Muriçocas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rdnft-NqQkI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pub-8tRYfhE/s1600-h/JoÃ£o+Pessoa+-+prÃ©-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033300039450640962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rdnft-NqQkI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pub-8tRYfhE/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+pr%C3%A9-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnbmONqQjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zr2nzTMCdaQ/s1600-h/JoÃ£o+Pessoa+-+prÃ©-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033295508260143666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnbmONqQjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zr2nzTMCdaQ/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+pr%C3%A9-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnarONqQiI/AAAAAAAAADM/pmUvaCszjgU/s1600-h/JoÃ£o+Pessoa+-+prÃ©-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033294494647861794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnarONqQiI/AAAAAAAAADM/pmUvaCszjgU/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+pr%C3%A9-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnXhuNqQhI/AAAAAAAAADE/ymqk2Anq9Qg/s1600-h/JoÃ£o+Pessoa+-+prÃ©-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033291032904221202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnXhuNqQhI/AAAAAAAAADE/ymqk2Anq9Qg/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+pr%C3%A9-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnVtuNqQgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ehiTuA6obfU/s1600-h/JoÃ£o+Pessoa+-+prÃ©-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033289040039395842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnVtuNqQgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ehiTuA6obfU/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+pr%C3%A9-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um desfile de Pré - Carnaval... as Muriçocas, em João Pessoa, no dia 14 de Fevereiro! Aí fomos nós... para o meio da Alegria do povo Brasileiro... Eu, Susana, Tânia e a Juliana! Desfile de Trios Electricos, pessoas mascaradas e imaginei só no final ... tivemos direito a... Chuva... Sim, porque no Brasil também chove! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-8416745609625047102?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8416745609625047102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=8416745609625047102' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/8416745609625047102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/8416745609625047102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-muriocas.html' title='As Muriçocas!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/Rdnft-NqQkI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pub-8tRYfhE/s72-c/Jo%C3%A3o+Pessoa+-+pr%C3%A9-carnaval+11+Fevereiro+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-4849680842981941301</id><published>2007-02-19T15:14:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:37:30.490-01:00</updated><title type='text'>As "novas" Brasucas :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnQzONqQeI/AAAAAAAAACg/tItCfh4hRTY/s1600-h/DSCF9921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033283636970537442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnQzONqQeI/AAAAAAAAACg/tItCfh4hRTY/s320/DSCF9921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnPc-NqQdI/AAAAAAAAACY/CqGZ6MoWKlY/s1600-h/DSCF9917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033282155206820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnPc-NqQdI/AAAAAAAAACY/CqGZ6MoWKlY/s320/DSCF9917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui estamos nós "no outro lado do Oceano..."! Eu e as minhas parceiras da Aventura... Tânia e Susana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-4849680842981941301?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4849680842981941301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=4849680842981941301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/4849680842981941301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/4849680842981941301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-novas-brasucas.html' title='As &quot;novas&quot; Brasucas :)'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnQzONqQeI/AAAAAAAAACg/tItCfh4hRTY/s72-c/DSCF9921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-6510433063964202981</id><published>2007-02-19T01:30:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:47:14.351-01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Aventura começou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdkNGuNqQaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7BfofjWX_LA/s1600-h/DSCF9754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033068467698942370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdkNGuNqQaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7BfofjWX_LA/s200/DSCF9754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 de Janeiro de 2007...partida de Lisboa! E a Aventura começou! Não com as melhores caras é certo, mas já era de esperar :) Dia de muitas emoções... Para trás ficou muita "coisa" que esperamos voltar a reencontrar quando voltarmos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora... começa a contagem decrescente para o dia da chegada! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-6510433063964202981?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6510433063964202981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=6510433063964202981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/6510433063964202981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/6510433063964202981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/02/aventura-comeou.html' title='A Aventura começou!'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdkNGuNqQaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7BfofjWX_LA/s72-c/DSCF9754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-5186629758376187552</id><published>2007-02-19T01:13:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:30:02.412-01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cada Lugar Teu..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdkJi-NqQZI/AAAAAAAAABs/AQSquxEHT_k/s1600-h/DSCF9474.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Sei de cor cada lugar teu...&lt;br /&gt;Atado em mimA cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;Tento entender o rumo&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida nos faz tomar&lt;br /&gt;Tento esquecer a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Guardar só o que é bom de guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Protege o que eu te dou&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;E dou-te o que de melhor eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter defesas que me façam falhar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse lugar mais dentro&lt;br /&gt;Onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica em mim que hoje o tempo dói&lt;br /&gt;Como se arrancassem tudo o que já foi&lt;br /&gt;E até o que viráE até o que eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que vais guardar e abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu te dei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo nos leve pra longe de nós&lt;br /&gt;E que um dia o tempo pareça perdido&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se desfaça num gesto só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou guardar cada lugar teu...&lt;br /&gt;Ancorado em cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;E hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou chegar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-5186629758376187552?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5186629758376187552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=5186629758376187552' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/5186629758376187552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/5186629758376187552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/02/cada-lugar-teu.html' title='&quot;Cada Lugar Teu...&quot;'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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-1650239529508535754.post-7668361947479793624</id><published>2007-02-19T00:36:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:56:23.885-01:00</updated><title type='text'>"...aprendes e descobres..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdkDmuNqQYI/AAAAAAAAABc/0bJ4DC4heiQ/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033058022338478466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdkDmuNqQYI/AAAAAAAAABc/0bJ4DC4heiQ/s200/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E aprendes que amar nao significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começas a aprender que beijos nao são contratos, e presentes nao sao promessas.(...) E não importa o quao boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai magoar-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoa-la por isso. Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. Descobres que se leva anos para se construir confianca e apenas segundos para destrui-la, e que podes fazer coisas num instante, das quais te arrependeras pelo resto da vida. (...) E o que importa não é o que tu tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida (...) Descobres que as pessoas com quem mais te importas na vida, são tiradas de ti muito depressa; por isso, sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas; pode ser a última vez que as vemos (...) Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática (...) Aprendes que quando estás com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não dá o direito de seres cruel. Aprendes que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém. Algumas vezes, tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo. Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, tu serás em algum momento, condenado. Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que o consertes. E, finalmente, Aprendes que o tempo, não é algo que possa voltar para trás. Portanto, planta teu jardim e decora tua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores. E percebes que realmente podes suportar... que realmente és forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que nao se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor, e que tu tens valor diante da vida!(...) E só nos faz perder o bem que poderiamos conquistar, o medo de tentar! ..." (Shakespeare) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650239529508535754-7668361947479793624?l=inesaparicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7668361947479793624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650239529508535754&amp;postID=7668361947479793624' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7668361947479793624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650239529508535754/posts/default/7668361947479793624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesaparicio.blogspot.com/2007/02/depois-de-algum-tempo-aprendes-diferena.html' title='&quot;...aprendes e descobres...&quot;'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14424302095402484322</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/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdkDmuNqQYI/AAAAAAAAABc/0bJ4DC4heiQ/s72-c/pes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650239529508535754.post-723530481785020734</id><published>2007-02-18T23:07:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:04:24.469-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidade do Meu Coração... Coimbra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnJo-NqQbI/AAAAAAAAACE/yKuAm_Y8XuA/s1600-h/DSCF6752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033275764295483826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFIMO94oR0w/RdnJo-NqQbI/AAAAAAAAACE/yKuAm_Y8XuA/s400/DSCF6752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coimbra... a cidade que me consquistou desde o primeiro instante! Nela foram passados momentos únicos que já mais vou esquecer... Cidade que me viu rir e chorar ao mesmo tempo! E agora começa a "saudade"... 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