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- Sepúlveda, L. (2004). Uma história suja. Porto: Edições Asa.(p.12)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-3349755150187506042</id><published>2010-08-13T03:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T03:07:30.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIhleDtTtaY/Swua5jDr-3I/AAAAAAAAAik/GxhbFBXMppQ/s1600/THE+END.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIhleDtTtaY/Swua5jDr-3I/AAAAAAAAAik/GxhbFBXMppQ/s1600/THE+END.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[de: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://ezh7.blogspot.com/]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-3349755150187506042?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3349755150187506042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3349755150187506042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2010/08/closed.html' title='Closed'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIhleDtTtaY/Swua5jDr-3I/AAAAAAAAAik/GxhbFBXMppQ/s72-c/THE+END.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1681715259982726231</id><published>2010-07-13T03:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:49:05.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu deixarei que morra em mim o desejo de amar os teus olhos que são doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Porque nada te poderei dar senão a mágoa de me veres eternamente exausto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa como a luz e a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não te quero ter porque em meu ser tudo estaria terminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quero só que surjas em mim como a fé nos desesperados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Para que eu possa levar uma gota de orvalho nesta terra amaldiçoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Que ficou sobre a minha carne como uma nódoa do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu deixarei... tu irás e encostarás a tua face em outra face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teus dedos enlaçarão outros dedos e tu desabrocharás para a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas tu não saberás que quem te colheu fui eu, porque eu fui o grande íntimo da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Porque eu encostei minha face na face da noite e ouvi a tua fala amorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Porque meus dedos enlaçaram os dedos da névoa suspensos no espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E eu trouxe até mim a misteriosa essência do teu abandono desordenado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu ficarei só como os veleiros nos portos silenciosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas eu te possuirei mais que ninguém porque poderei partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E todas as lamentações do mar, do vento, do céu, das aves, das estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Serão a tua voz presente, a tua voz ausente, a tua voz serenizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes Rio de Janeiro, 1935&lt;/span&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/11729130-1681715259982726231?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1681715259982726231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1681715259982726231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/ausencia-eu-deixarei-que-morra-em-mim-o.html' title=''/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6473620206215778345</id><published>2010-01-18T23:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:38:13.819Z</updated><title type='text'>oxalá</title><content type='html'>consiga&lt;br /&gt;no caos&lt;br /&gt;encontrar&lt;br /&gt;a ponta da cauda!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-6473620206215778345?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6473620206215778345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6473620206215778345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/oxala.html' title='oxalá'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6115923844977915306</id><published>2009-11-25T23:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:59:04.745Z</updated><title type='text'>Maçã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ou a fruta do coração&lt;br /&gt;ou fonte de conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;fruto proibido&lt;br /&gt;ou ilha paradisiaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamam-lhe big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu?&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-TE pedaço!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sw3ElNIDi9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/wVTydlP7F9U/s1600/maca-vermelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sw3ElNIDi9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/wVTydlP7F9U/s200/maca-vermelha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408194870999485394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-6115923844977915306?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6115923844977915306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6115923844977915306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/11/maca.html' title='Maçã'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sw3ElNIDi9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/wVTydlP7F9U/s72-c/maca-vermelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-4141771716892918150</id><published>2009-11-15T10:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:20:12.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3ZskoeCsyE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/B3ZskoeCsyE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;//Eu sei meu amor que nem chegaste a partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    pois tudo em meu redor me diz que estás sempre comigo//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-4141771716892918150?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4141771716892918150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4141771716892918150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-sei-meu-amor-que-nem-chegaste-partir.html' title=''/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1668255006833719952</id><published>2009-11-14T02:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:41:47.909Z</updated><title type='text'>Na Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ao conjunto de dois meridianos opostos, formando uma circunferência ou uma elipse, conforme o caso, chama-se círculo meridiano. Cada círculo meridiano contém, portanto, um meridiano e o respectivo antimeridiano ou meridiano contrário. Em cada meridiano, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Longitude" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Longitude"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;longitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; é constante. A posição sobre um determinado meridiano é dada pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Latitude" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latitude"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;latitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Meridiano é um dos nomes pelos quais são conhecidos os "canais de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Chi" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chi"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" utilizados na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Acupuntura" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acupuntura"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acupuntura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; e outros métodos terapêuticos da medicina tradicional chinesa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[in wikipedia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chovia em corrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;em &lt;strong&gt;Meridiano 3E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chove em corrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;em &lt;strong&gt;Greenwich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E canalizo a energia para &lt;strong&gt;35ºE&lt;/strong&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/11729130-1668255006833719952?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1668255006833719952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1668255006833719952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-madrugada.html' title='Na Madrugada'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7831143071255299229</id><published>2009-10-03T03:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:18:39.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;é quando as maçãs do teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;deixam de ficar ofegantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;os lençois ficam frios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;e caímos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sem rede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;no sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Daqui a nada é inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e vou precisar de meias&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/11729130-7831143071255299229?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7831143071255299229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7831143071255299229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/10/outono.html' title='Outono'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6308707677351056459</id><published>2009-09-29T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:41:29.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>||o lado positivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;preocupava-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;o facto de não dormires impedia-te de me sonhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;não me preocupa mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;acordado chego-te na hora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-6308707677351056459?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6308707677351056459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6308707677351056459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-lado-positivo.html' title='||o lado positivo'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6647847575573924797</id><published>2009-09-26T10:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:06:43.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;“Catastrophe c’est la première strophe d’un poème d’amour.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;J. L. Godard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="txt_12_not_deta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Neste mundo tudo gira, que eu gire em redor de ti não admira”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" class="txt_upper_cz_esc" &gt;Tudo Gira|Margarida Mestre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 135, 135);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pos_nota"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 135, 135);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO CCB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ou noutro palco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;para ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;  function timedCount() {     var t     var c = document.getElementById('ctl00_lsTimer_lbl_time').innerHTML.split(':')[1];     if(c&gt;0)     {         c=c-1;         document.getElementById('ctl00_lsTimer_lbl_time').innerHTML = '00:0'+c         t=setTimeout('timedCount()',60000);     } } timedCount(); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-6647847575573924797?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6647847575573924797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6647847575573924797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/09/catastrophe-cest-la-premiere-strophe.html' title=''/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1199468994711769075</id><published>2009-09-17T18:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:41:29.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>diferenças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SrJvNGEUJEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qs0VzrCKxsk/s1600-h/IMG_4493_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SrJvNGEUJEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qs0VzrCKxsk/s320/IMG_4493_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382486775418856514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É natural a saudade, que a distância traz consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o esperado, o normal...vulgar até!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não fosse seres o meu bater&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E seriamos mais dois na multidão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-1199468994711769075?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1199468994711769075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1199468994711769075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/09/diferencas.html' title='diferenças'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SrJvNGEUJEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qs0VzrCKxsk/s72-c/IMG_4493_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-700147458816696393</id><published>2009-09-09T22:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:41:06.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Despenteada! Quem??? EU!!!! :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SqgdHSaoA8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ztNUvjsnkVk/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SqgdHSaoA8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ztNUvjsnkVk/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379581765933859778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;VIVER DESPENTEADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(de um desses forwards....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje aprendi que é preciso deixar que a vida te despenteie.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco...&lt;br /&gt;O que é bom, engorda.  O que é lindo, custa caro.&lt;br /&gt;O sol que ilumina o teu rosto, enruga.&lt;br /&gt;E o que é realmente bom nesta vida, despenteia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fazer amor - despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Rir às gargalhadas - despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Viajar,  voar, correr,  entrar no mar - despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Tirar a roupa - despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Beijar a pessoa amada - despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Brincar - despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Cantar até ficar sem ar - despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Dançar até duvidar se foi boa ideia calçar aqueles saltos gigantes essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Deixa a vida despentear-te!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/11729130-700147458816696393?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/700147458816696393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/700147458816696393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/09/despenteada-quem-eu-d.html' title='Despenteada! Quem??? EU!!!! :-D'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SqgdHSaoA8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ztNUvjsnkVk/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-2783365958098021929</id><published>2009-09-06T00:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:25:43.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- Rezas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- O que dizes, então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- Conto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- os dias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- os passos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;//Quero saber quantos são exactamente os que me levam até ti!//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SqLzVccsgpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lwowWVZH7OY/s1600-h/IMG_4101_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SqLzVccsgpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lwowWVZH7OY/s320/IMG_4101_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378128454773146258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SqLyGzuPjhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A2Begq9bpg4/s1600-h/IMG_4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11729130-2783365958098021929?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/2783365958098021929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/2783365958098021929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/09/passos.html' title='Passos'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SqLzVccsgpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lwowWVZH7OY/s72-c/IMG_4101_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7269991821600964560</id><published>2009-08-31T02:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:57:29.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frasesilustradas.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dancar4.jpg?w=425&amp;amp;h=744"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 744px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://frasesilustradas.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dancar4.jpg?w=425&amp;amp;h=744" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://frasesilustradas.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/calendario.jpg?w=425&amp;amp;h=1112"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7269991821600964560?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7269991821600964560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7269991821600964560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/08/shall-we-dance.html' title='Shall we dance?'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1869175029596792108</id><published>2009-08-23T15:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:14:58.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até à linha do horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SpFNyvNm-_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/q2_B-wXJ33w/s1600-h/IMG_4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SpFNyvNm-_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/q2_B-wXJ33w/s320/IMG_4545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373161364492057586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vou de mão dada contigo&lt;br /&gt;E nas ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;dançaremos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a maré&lt;br /&gt;não TE traz&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Espero-TE&lt;br /&gt;no fundo da rua....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-1869175029596792108?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1869175029596792108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1869175029596792108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/08/ate-linha-do-horizonte.html' title='Até à linha do horizonte'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SpFNyvNm-_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/q2_B-wXJ33w/s72-c/IMG_4545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1329494888011451789</id><published>2009-08-01T14:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:28:43.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi quase como se, cedendo ao sono, desistisse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outra vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como se entregando-me àquele peso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acontecesse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirias que isso é a minha fé!&lt;br /&gt;Diria-te que não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não a tenho&lt;br /&gt;Que a perdi algures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não acredito&lt;br /&gt;E não quero acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo somos noZ!&lt;br /&gt;E a realidade é crua demais para ser divina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;//ironicamente Chove!! Dizia a Sra na rua: "São Pedro que chora menina!"//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-1329494888011451789?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1329494888011451789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1329494888011451789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/08/chove.html' title='Chove'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-2717627115297104851</id><published>2009-07-30T21:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:50:07.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O vento vinha de sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem o vento de sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E tudo à volta é dourado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um manto de nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um chão molhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeocaz.wordpress.com/2009/05/30/eolo-e-os-ventos/"&gt;Li&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austro é o vento Sul. É o vento que traz as chuvas, por isto costuma ser representado com um regador nas mãos. Ovídio (43 a.C. – 18 d.C.) descreveu-o como um velho de cabelos brancos, de estatura elevada, portador de um ar sombrio e de uma nuvem ao redor da cabeça, indicando a chegada das chuvas. Tido como um vento básico e regular, não foi uma divindade com grandes cultos, não gerando grandes lendas enquanto mito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não trouxe chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não trouxe nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não foi básico nem regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tornou-se lenda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;E soube-me a tanto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-2717627115297104851?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/2717627115297104851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/2717627115297104851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-vento-vinha-de-sul.html' title='O vento vinha de sul'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6964068950385727429</id><published>2009-07-19T12:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:22:15.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SmMB21S4YFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yxzFt9Hxe_U/s1600-h/i+feel+sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SmMB21S4YFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yxzFt9Hxe_U/s320/i+feel+sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360130023031857234" 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/11729130-6964068950385727429?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6964068950385727429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6964068950385727429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SmMB21S4YFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yxzFt9Hxe_U/s72-c/i+feel+sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-4527112838634367981</id><published>2009-07-18T03:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:36:49.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugadas de esperas</title><content type='html'>E se à tarde todos partiram&lt;br /&gt;Agora não está quase ninguém&lt;br /&gt;É a solidão forçada&lt;br /&gt;Encoberta pela madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não a sinto tanto&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso:&lt;br /&gt;Por me estar destinado um lugar ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a rotina dos dias&lt;br /&gt;O nascente&lt;br /&gt;E o poente&lt;br /&gt;O lento caminhar para lugar incerto&lt;br /&gt;[A certeza de que tudo é incerto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco vira&lt;br /&gt;E a almofada que me espera&lt;br /&gt;E espero sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E chegar ao tal lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em que o poente vira nascente&lt;br /&gt;E eu TE estou mais perto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-4527112838634367981?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4527112838634367981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4527112838634367981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/madrugadas-de-esperas.html' title='Madrugadas de esperas'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-3856574211049059473</id><published>2009-07-16T19:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:47:54.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Percurso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sl91SImpX0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bUHT95iPLSU/s1600-h/IMG_4000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sl91SImpX0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bUHT95iPLSU/s320/IMG_4000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131036001853250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De tronco a galho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e algum dias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; com flor&lt;br /&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/11729130-3856574211049059473?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3856574211049059473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3856574211049059473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/percurso.html' title='Percurso'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sl91SImpX0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bUHT95iPLSU/s72-c/IMG_4000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6343102692770587930</id><published>2009-07-14T21:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:15:10.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;É a tua confiança em mim que me faz boiar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-6343102692770587930?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6343102692770587930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6343102692770587930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-tua-confianca-em-mim-que-me-faz-boiar.html' title=''/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-3025815993139271351</id><published>2009-07-13T18:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:32:54.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A humildade exprime uma das raras certezas de que estou certo: a de que ninguém é superior a ninguém."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo Freire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-3025815993139271351?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3025815993139271351'/><link rel='self' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SlZMBx0M-WI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dfdKX-5x9os/s320/56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356552400239655266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7948197068126351188?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7948197068126351188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7948197068126351188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/sente-se.html' title='Not'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SlZMBx0M-WI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dfdKX-5x9os/s72-c/56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7004441375110674084</id><published>2009-07-07T19:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:04:41.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNK6h1dfy2o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/mNK6h1dfy2o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="426" height="250"&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/11729130-7004441375110674084?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7004441375110674084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7004441375110674084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7922578144229662627</id><published>2009-07-06T22:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:39:18.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O nosso destino é insconstante como a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem vi-a de diversas formas enquanto no largo tocavam.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que ainda haja algo a dizer e que o quarto seja cheio&lt;br /&gt;(mais vezes que minguante!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7922578144229662627?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7922578144229662627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7922578144229662627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/fortuna-imperatrix-mundi.html' title='Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-2167441355325251920</id><published>2009-07-04T12:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:20:38.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boletim Meteorológico</title><content type='html'>Céu muito nublado.&lt;br /&gt;Fortes chuvas no litoral .&lt;br /&gt;Vento fraco (inferior a 15 km/h), soprando moderado (20 a 30 km/h)&lt;br /&gt;de noroeste no litoral a sul do Cabo Carvoeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Neblina ou nevoeiro matinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tanto sal, da água do corpo salgada, degenerou em forte pressão arterial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o (seu) mundo ficou menos doce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-2167441355325251920?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/2167441355325251920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/2167441355325251920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/boletim-meteorologico.html' title='Boletim Meteorológico'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-8463648075946242020</id><published>2009-07-03T00:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:37:07.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Disse-lhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;que não era o seu sentido de humor [oportuno] não era a forma [calma] de encarar a vida os trocadilhos [únicos] que faziam e só eles entendiam nem sequer a presença [constante]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;(cobertor, quente e reconfortante, seguro sem prender) eram antes os [seus] defeitos que [a] fazem amar[TE] sem limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-8463648075946242020?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8463648075946242020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8463648075946242020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/disse-lhe.html' title='Disse-lhe'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-3587529613400739571</id><published>2009-07-01T20:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:25:12.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30atm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo avança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e fico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;(ignorar é a forma mais fácil de não sofrer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encho as bochechas de ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;(pareces um hamster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou ao fundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;(flutuabilidade negativa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-3587529613400739571?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3587529613400739571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3587529613400739571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/07/30atm.html' title='30atm'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-505715058977360486</id><published>2009-06-29T19:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:35:01.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>debaixo d'água</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;não ficam pegadas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;//se me perder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;como é que me volto a encontrar??//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-505715058977360486?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/505715058977360486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/505715058977360486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/06/debaixo-dagua.html' title='debaixo d&apos;água'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-8884568738500442733</id><published>2009-04-26T19:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:37:41.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardinheiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SfSpC_YdakI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TBhn73Mnv00/s1600-h/IMG_4017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SfSpC_YdakI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TBhn73Mnv00/s320/IMG_4017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329070127924996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em jeito de festejo...&lt;br /&gt;(de ontem o vermelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soltam-se as amarras&lt;br /&gt;Que a viagem começa já hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a nossa Liberdade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-8884568738500442733?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8884568738500442733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8884568738500442733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/04/sardinheiras.html' title='Sardinheiras'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SfSpC_YdakI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TBhn73Mnv00/s72-c/IMG_4017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-4315368031612151368</id><published>2009-04-20T23:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:29:43.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sez0YDj5OXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/shWzjnsk18Y/s1600-h/IMG_3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sez0YDj5OXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/shWzjnsk18Y/s320/IMG_3868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901153382349170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;À luz, a solidão é cheia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11729130-4315368031612151368?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4315368031612151368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4315368031612151368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2009/04/luz-solidao-e-cheia.html' title=''/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Sez0YDj5OXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/shWzjnsk18Y/s72-c/IMG_3868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-8857209599117662694</id><published>2008-12-30T23:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:06:32.278Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aqui...em jeito de não te dizer mas dizendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como desatar o nó, dissolver a malha, desatar o laço, desembrulhar o presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que me ajudes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tu sabes do papel de embrulho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Se no sapatinho TE queria&lt;br /&gt;No novo ano continuo a querer-TE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-8857209599117662694?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8857209599117662694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8857209599117662694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2008/12/aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-5853092218440895264</id><published>2008-11-11T22:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:21:30.988Z</updated><title type='text'>Numa palavra</title><content type='html'>... o que lhe faz lembrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e receber, nã0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recebo sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Não posso obrigar é ninguém a fazê-lo&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/11729130-5853092218440895264?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/5853092218440895264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/5853092218440895264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/numa-palavra.html' title='Numa palavra'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-8292891884418858336</id><published>2008-11-10T00:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:27:59.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>tenho a certeza que não pertenço aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao mundo talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;um dia às estrelas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca a pedaços assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-8292891884418858336?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8292891884418858336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8292891884418858336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-3727373761408594157</id><published>2008-11-01T13:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:42:02.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes</title><content type='html'>é só uma forma de o dizer&lt;br /&gt;uma forma de TE dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que sim&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/11729130-3727373761408594157?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3727373761408594157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3727373761408594157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2008/11/s-vezes.html' title='Às vezes'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7945345433183960732</id><published>2008-10-22T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:59:52.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobrir -</title><content type='html'>-TE em mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7945345433183960732?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7945345433183960732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7945345433183960732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2008/10/descobrir.html' title='Descobrir -'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7194497823803599874</id><published>2008-10-20T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:59:52.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À falta de melhor....</title><content type='html'>A culpa é do destino...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7194497823803599874?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7194497823803599874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7194497823803599874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2008/10/falta-de-melhor.html' title='À falta de melhor....'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7147385683124384192</id><published>2008-08-16T03:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:05:39.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mfer.blogger.com.br/O%20tempo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mfer.blogger.com.br/O%20tempo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7147385683124384192?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7147385683124384192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7147385683124384192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2008/08/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1614792866938629186</id><published>2007-07-01T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:16:31.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara/Coroa</title><content type='html'>"Sem jeito peguei no lápis e tentei por no papel como te via!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que surgiu foi, nem sei ao certo como, um traço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem início e sem fim....que surge! Talvez como a linha do horizonte, lá longe ou mais perto mas sempre distante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, tem sido assim, como um copo estilhaçado mas que não chega a partir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sem jeito peguei no lápis e tentei por no papel como te via!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que surgiu foi, nem sei ao certo como, um circulo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem início e sem fim....que surge! Talvez como o sol, que me aquece sempre....mesmo quando encoberto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, tem sido assim, como um verão quente e a banhos e que dura"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-1614792866938629186?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1614792866938629186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1614792866938629186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/07/caracoroa.html' title='Cara/Coroa'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7404374313879874872</id><published>2007-06-11T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:20:36.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>Regresso&lt;br /&gt;Por estranho que pareça!&lt;br /&gt;Para novas viagens&lt;br /&gt;Trilhos e miragens&lt;br /&gt;Regresso&lt;br /&gt;A meio da travessia&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ao ponto de partida!&lt;br /&gt;Também para contar&lt;br /&gt;A quem quiser escutar&lt;br /&gt;ou tão só ler&lt;br /&gt;Regresso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         (e os primeiros cinco minutos são os que mais custam...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7404374313879874872?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7404374313879874872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7404374313879874872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/06/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-4315421667457897500</id><published>2007-05-01T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:12:27.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Cheia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...tão só o reflexo dos meus olhos quando penso em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-4315421667457897500?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4315421667457897500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4315421667457897500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/05/lua-cheia.html' title='Lua Cheia'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1557426535180750346</id><published>2007-04-25T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:30:57.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravos</title><content type='html'>Hoje a C. enviou lá das terras de sua magestade uma mensagem pela liberdade! Foi engraçado porque quando acordei foi nela que pensei! Sendo feriado podíamos estar na conversa! Mas em UK não se festeja esta liberdade e foi muito bom ter recebido a mensagem (mesmo quando não consigo responder!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá em casa o 25 de Abril é um marco, por vários motivos (incluindo um acontecimento familiar importante) e faz-se por não se esquecer a data da revolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque a ideia era eu andar por aí a fotografar cravos mas o corpinho pediu descanso fica um poema de &lt;a href="http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/cvc/poemasemana/05/01.html"&gt;Manuel Alegre&lt;/a&gt;. Os cravos? Ficam para outra altura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#458ab3;"&gt;       As mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#458ab3;"&gt;Com mãos       se faz a paz se faz a guerra.&lt;br /&gt;      Com mãos tudo se faz e se desfaz.&lt;br /&gt;      Com mãos se faz o poema – e são de terra.&lt;br /&gt;      Com mãos se faz a guerra – e são a paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#458ab3;"&gt;Com mãos       se rasga o mar. Com mãos se lavra.&lt;br /&gt;      Não são de pedras estas casas mas&lt;br /&gt;      de mãos. E estão no fruto e na palavra&lt;br /&gt;      as mãos que são o canto e são as armas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#458ab3;"&gt;E       cravam-se no Tempo como farpas&lt;br /&gt;      as mãos que vês nas coisas transformadas.&lt;br /&gt;      Folhas que vão no vento: verdes harpas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#458ab3;"&gt;De mãos       é cada flor cada cidade.&lt;br /&gt;      Ninguém pode vencer estas espadas:&lt;br /&gt;      nas tuas mãos começa a liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;Manuel Alegre,       &lt;i&gt;O Canto e as Armas&lt;/i&gt;, 1967&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-1557426535180750346?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1557426535180750346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1557426535180750346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/04/cravos.html' title='Cravos'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6943726111914359738</id><published>2007-04-22T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:28:40.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraça-me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Riti7tNn3xI/AAAAAAAAADA/ij3mHJBk6Oc/s1600-h/Abra%C3%A7o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Riti7tNn3xI/AAAAAAAAADA/ij3mHJBk6Oc/s320/Abra%C3%A7o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056243784542052114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o recarregar das baterias....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-6943726111914359738?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6943726111914359738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6943726111914359738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/04/abraa-me.html' title='Abraça-me!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Riti7tNn3xI/AAAAAAAAADA/ij3mHJBk6Oc/s72-c/Abra%C3%A7o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7233271415303995617</id><published>2007-04-13T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:27:03.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje não me chega...</title><content type='html'>Hoje não me chega acreditar que dei o melhor, que fui honesta comigo, que me apliquei.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não me chega acreditar que há recompensas, que não foi por "ser eu",  que o mundo, o país é assim!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não me chega acreditar que o que conta são os gestos simples, para o que estão próximos. Não me chega o teu sorriso, hoje, a tua crença em mim. Não me chega que valorizem o meu trabalho, a minha dedicação, a minha amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nada me chega porque a pior parte da desilusão é  acreditar que poderei não ser capaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7233271415303995617?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7233271415303995617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7233271415303995617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje-no-me-chega.html' title='Hoje não me chega...'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1005133434129193501</id><published>2007-04-09T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:39:20.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamar por ti</title><content type='html'>Tinha as mãos suadas  e a voz não saía. Conhecia-a bem, mas mesmo assim a camisa começava a colar e as letras que escreviam o seu nome a desbotar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamá-la!!Era aí, assim acreditava, que tudo começava... Chamá-la com os lábios cheios de si próprio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[esperava que soasse a si e apenas a si]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-1005133434129193501?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1005133434129193501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1005133434129193501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/04/chamar-por-ti.html' title='Chamar por ti'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7799235122177033674</id><published>2007-03-25T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:42:30.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/RgbB5Wo8ruI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KuQEezCUNYE/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/RgbB5Wo8ruI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KuQEezCUNYE/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045933623589252834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folhas a avançar, capítulos a terminar e as semanas a passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que estamos no bom caminho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta só um bocadinho assim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 de Abril é a meta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(entretanto o pulso direito alargou...tudo a ver com o chocolate e nadinha de nada com a malfada tendinite!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/11729130-7799235122177033674?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7799235122177033674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7799235122177033674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/03/contagens.html' title='Contagens!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/RgbB5Wo8ruI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KuQEezCUNYE/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-9093421384931659864</id><published>2007-03-21T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:22:19.505Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Poesia</title><content type='html'>És o meu poema!&lt;br /&gt;A forma menos óbvia&lt;br /&gt;O caminho mais incerto&lt;br /&gt;És a escrita de mim&lt;br /&gt;A palavra não dita&lt;br /&gt;A força evidente.&lt;br /&gt;És sem o seres&lt;br /&gt;uma das razões para o estar.&lt;br /&gt;Não o centro&lt;br /&gt;Nem a meta&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tu!&lt;br /&gt;E em ti encontro todos os dias uma forma de te ler.&lt;br /&gt;Descubro em cada rima, a métrica certa para avançar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-9093421384931659864?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/9093421384931659864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/9093421384931659864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-mundial-da-poesia.html' title='Dia Mundial da Poesia'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-5125961618422685844</id><published>2007-03-07T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:55:19.332Z</updated><title type='text'>break...que não de Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Re9P6cMPXoI/AAAAAAAAACk/fgsyH05-ofQ/s1600-h/pause_break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Re9P6cMPXoI/AAAAAAAAACk/fgsyH05-ofQ/s200/pause_break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039334373469412994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; break&lt;/span&gt; nestas lides...porque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O pc não me suporta mais&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O mac também não&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Há outras letras que me chamam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Há uma luz, ao fundo do túnel, que preciso de encontrar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em suma: a tese tem de terminar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-5125961618422685844?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/5125961618422685844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/5125961618422685844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/03/breakque-no-de-holidays.html' title='break...que não de Holidays'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Re9P6cMPXoI/AAAAAAAAACk/fgsyH05-ofQ/s72-c/pause_break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-4202215756693949364</id><published>2007-03-03T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:36:01.859Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>"... &lt;span id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;a Lua irá atravessar completamente o interior da umbra da Terra, a parte interna da sombra."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Sociedade/Interior.aspx?content_id=24422"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-4202215756693949364?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4202215756693949364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4202215756693949364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/03/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-1114581684976306425</id><published>2007-02-28T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:21:29.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/ReTKwAT_O3I/AAAAAAAAACY/4ECoIkidufw/s1600-h/cartoon-ladybug-clipart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/ReTKwAT_O3I/AAAAAAAAACY/4ECoIkidufw/s320/cartoon-ladybug-clipart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036373209373424498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando for grande quero ter essa estaleca! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-1114581684976306425?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1114581684976306425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/1114581684976306425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/ReTKwAT_O3I/AAAAAAAAACY/4ECoIkidufw/s72-c/cartoon-ladybug-clipart.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-3620418273897557014</id><published>2007-02-26T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:36:31.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Assim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amargo&lt;/span&gt;: "sabor amargo: o amargo e o doce são duas qualidades contrárias"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azedo&lt;/span&gt;: "que tem sabor ácido, como o do vinagre, que é áspero ao paladar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Grande Enciclopédia Portuguesa e Brasileira]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-3620418273897557014?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3620418273897557014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3620418273897557014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/assim.html' title='Assim!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6172014585595474398</id><published>2007-02-25T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:25:49.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Contrastes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto! Do que contrasta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junto o quente do chocolate ao gelado de nada! Saboreio o inverno que passa, a que dediquei muitos chocolates (quase todos em doce companhia), ao verão que espreita e vou adiando, por colheradas, o trabalho que me espera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035523871000705890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/ReHGSAT_O2I/AAAAAAAAACI/EHfhUtajN_w/s200/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há a vontade de avançar...e não avanço e o gelo na barriga que me diz que não estou à altura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas falta tão pouco! Um mês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a tal vontade de acabar mas que custa tanto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje é domingo...um bom dia para sair de máquina ao ombro...&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/11729130-6172014585595474398?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6172014585595474398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6172014585595474398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/contrastes.html' title='Contrastes'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/ReHGSAT_O2I/AAAAAAAAACI/EHfhUtajN_w/s72-c/IMG_1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-8694080559668985082</id><published>2007-02-20T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:49:29.948Z</updated><title type='text'>blue m&amp;m</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Rdtqv5O-WlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_FP51ixv_cw/s1600-h/blue_mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033734379566684754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Rdtqv5O-WlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_FP51ixv_cw/s320/blue_mm.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Saí à rua de amendoim!&lt;br /&gt;Havia uma pirata, a pipi das meias altas, uma bruxa e um palhaço, uma chinesa e uma índia, um cadelhudo e um monge, uma bebé, uma gata e uma do exército.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento marcante? Quando a vaca ganhou o 3º lugar do desfile! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-8694080559668985082?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8694080559668985082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8694080559668985082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/blue-m.html' title='blue m&amp;m'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/Rdtqv5O-WlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_FP51ixv_cw/s72-c/blue_mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-3301885773954122841</id><published>2007-02-10T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:13:17.882Z</updated><title type='text'>Duche</title><content type='html'>É sempre mais fácil falar sob a chuva! A água leva as palavras díficeis e faz boiar as mais fáceis! E depois as bochechas não ficam vazias!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi por isso que te segredei enquanto a água quente corria.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-3301885773954122841?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3301885773954122841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/3301885773954122841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/duche.html' title='Duche'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7884789088389068209</id><published>2007-02-08T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:02:35.785Z</updated><title type='text'>Inscrição sobre as ondas</title><content type='html'>Mal fora iniciada a secreta viagem&lt;br /&gt;um deus me segredou que eu não iria só.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso a cada vulto os sentidos reagem,&lt;br /&gt;supondo ser a luz que deus me segredou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Mourão-Ferreira&lt;/em&gt;, "A Secreta Viagem"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-7884789088389068209?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7884789088389068209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7884789088389068209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/inscrio-sobre-as-ondas.html' title='Inscrição sobre as ondas'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-7080943001639314934</id><published>2007-02-02T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:14:11.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Como se chama...</title><content type='html'>...a quem acredita que chega lá, quando &lt;strong&gt;tudo&lt;/strong&gt; indica que nunca chegará??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;em&gt;tolo/a? crente? sonhador/a?&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/11729130-7080943001639314934?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7080943001639314934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/7080943001639314934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/como-se-chama.html' title='Como se chama...'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-9144152547765785551</id><published>2007-02-01T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:56:43.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje o céu...</title><content type='html'>Hoje o céu não está como te disse ao final da tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a lua está como a vimos! Meio encoberta! Para o "ar de mistério", de que falaste, faltavam as àrvores carecas e o piar da coruja!(Que também cá anda...mas hoje não se ouve!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É neste silêncio, de quem escuta, que chego, que te trago em mim, a ti e a todo o nosso amassar!É hora de levedar e esse é em lençóis demasiado grandes para um corpo só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuto (te) no tal silêncio e pergunto-me se conseguirás ouvir todas as palavras que conjugo e até aquelas que sussurrei quando o teu respirar se tornou mais pesado e me sonhaste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-9144152547765785551?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/9144152547765785551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/9144152547765785551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/02/hoje-o-cu.html' title='Hoje o céu...'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-8427182832964238907</id><published>2007-01-31T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:38:39.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Km palmilhados</title><content type='html'>Rodopio contigo por entre as mesas da esplanada. É o vento que nos empurra ao som da canção que cantas para mim, baixinho e quase sem mover os lábios. Não é dia, nem noite e o relógio por certo parou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós não há guia, tão só porque nos guiamos mutuamente e paramos junto ao rio. Levamos sumos e sandes e na bagagem partilhas e muitos beijos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-8427182832964238907?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8427182832964238907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/8427182832964238907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/km-palmilhados.html' title='Km palmilhados'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-6805954320918143232</id><published>2007-01-29T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:37:40.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Insatisfação!!!</title><content type='html'>Tinha cor, fazia lembrar o verão, mas.... faltava qualquer coisa!!!Fico pela simplicidade deste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-6805954320918143232?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6805954320918143232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/6805954320918143232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/insatisfao.html' title='Insatisfação!!!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-4033607488922087225</id><published>2007-01-28T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:00:31.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo modelito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não está perfeito....nem vai ficar...mas o modelito está cá, faltam os acabamentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Obrigada C. !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Obrigada a quem contribuiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-4033607488922087225?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4033607488922087225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/4033607488922087225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/novo-modelito.html' title='Novo modelito!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116967943890733860</id><published>2007-01-24T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:57:18.933Z</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/1600/477159/underconstruction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/320/216081/underconstruction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Looking for the perfect template.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116967943890733860?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116967943890733860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116967943890733860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116940310816958506</id><published>2007-01-21T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:11:48.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Do último livro que me ofereceram!!</title><content type='html'>[Rosa do Mundo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portugal&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oração popular a Jesus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senhor, fazei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da minha boca porta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da minha garganta, escada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da minha alma,assento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do meu coração morada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116940310816958506?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116940310816958506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116940310816958506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-ltimo-livro-que-me-ofereceram.html' title='Do último livro que me ofereceram!!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116932533252625847</id><published>2007-01-20T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:35:32.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de hoje</title><content type='html'>- Primeiro o nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt; - Que deu lugar a um dia soalheiro&lt;br /&gt; - Acabando a tarde num sol em bola de fogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto a C. partiu, o pó aspirou-se, o oxigénio faltou e o corpo está em pedaços....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116932533252625847?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116932533252625847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116932533252625847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/coisas-de-hoje.html' title='Coisas de hoje'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116898563375082471</id><published>2007-01-16T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:13:58.596Z</updated><title type='text'>trapezista</title><content type='html'>Tinha ar de hippie...de quem vive a vida no limiar da felicidade! No rosto todas as dúvidas, ansiedades e certezas que viveu. Talvez por isso quando por ele passei, sorri! A noite gelada, a música péssima e só mesmo um velhinho hippie para me fazer sorrir!! Dirigiu-se a mim e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Numa palavra a tua vida, agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trapézio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/320/631501/trapezista.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Compreendo! Sabes qual a direcção e estás consciente de cada movimento. Sabes que lá em baixo não há rede (e um pé pode sempre falhar) mas mesmo assim gostas do frio na barriga, da falta de ar e é reconfortante os olhos que em ti poisam!! Não tenho dúvidas: o que te guia não é a técnica, tão só a paixão pelo que fazes. Desafias..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Segui o seu caminhar até diluir-se na multidão! Tinha um girassol ao peito e cantarolava baixinho....&lt;br /&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/11729130-116898563375082471?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116898563375082471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116898563375082471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/trapezista.html' title='trapezista'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116879046165071678</id><published>2007-01-14T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:01:01.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/1600/37707/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/320/593740/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te a mão e caminho contigo até à linha do horizonte... lá, onde o sol é mais dourado, subiremos para as asas dos pássaros e continuaremos, porque há sempre muito mais para conhecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116879046165071678?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116879046165071678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116879046165071678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116878999740103431</id><published>2007-01-14T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:53:17.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem....</title><content type='html'>Alguém ficou feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116878999740103431?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116878999740103431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116878999740103431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/ontem.html' title='Ontem....'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116855861831456167</id><published>2007-01-11T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:36:58.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Raios solares</title><content type='html'>Amanhece sempre que te vejo...nem que seja por segundos!No centro do corpo marés! E é isso que não entendes....o novo dia (re)começa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116855861831456167?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116855861831456167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116855861831456167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/raios-solares.html' title='Raios solares'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116829971275263126</id><published>2007-01-08T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:41:52.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Silêncios!</title><content type='html'>No silêncio da escrita, lê-se: &lt;em&gt;para ti....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No capítulo mais à frente:&lt;em&gt; dança para quem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo meio&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sente assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E faz sentido!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há livros que se escrevem a quatro mãos e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;danças que enlaçam dois!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/11729130-116829971275263126?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116829971275263126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116829971275263126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/silncios.html' title='Silêncios!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116811840950183486</id><published>2007-01-06T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:22:01.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Te</title><content type='html'>Há coisas que não se escrevem, que só podem ser ditas em sussurro ao ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sussurros que encerram respirares que dizem muito, outros são letras juntas vindas directamente do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há ainda pontas dos dedos que desenham exactamente o que se quer dizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tudo isto não chega para te o dizer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116811840950183486?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116811840950183486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116811840950183486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2007/01/te.html' title='Te'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116743621989330409</id><published>2006-12-29T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:50:19.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Receita de Ano Novo - Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>"Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cor de arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação como todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;(mal vivido ou talvez sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;br /&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;br /&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser,&lt;br /&gt;novo&lt;br /&gt;até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;br /&gt;novo espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;br /&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;br /&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;você não precisa beber champanhe ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens&lt;br /&gt;(planta recebe mensagens?&lt;br /&gt;passa telegramas?).&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar de arrependido&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que por decreto da esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;br /&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um ano-novo&lt;br /&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;tem de fazê-lo de novo, eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116743621989330409?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116743621989330409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116743621989330409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/receita-de-ano-novo-carlos-drummond-de.html' title='Receita de Ano Novo - Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116725620974732799</id><published>2006-12-27T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:50:09.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Padrão Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/1600/753119/Lua%20com%20pinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/320/893178/Lua%20com%20pinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia disse-lhe que o levaria à Lua!E a Lua passou a ser o local onde de noite os olhos se encontram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...porque até na Lua há desencontros, o local ficou marcado: descentrado e irregular, tal padrão lunar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que não gostam da perfeição!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116725620974732799?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116725620974732799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116725620974732799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/padro-lunar.html' title='Padrão Lunar'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116717699284275506</id><published>2006-12-26T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:49:53.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/1600/993555/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/320/680738/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A verdade é que a fúria das prendas irrita-me um bocadinho, o papel que se gasta em embrulhos deixa-me sem palavras, as mensagens que chegam de pessoas que só nos recordam em Dezembro deixa-me com os olhos em bico, o dar-se a prenda porque fulano/a também dá faz-me pensar 1x e meia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro gosto do ritual de procurar o presente certo para determinada pessoa, gosto das luzes, e da ceia, quando se acende a lareira e se espera pela hora de abrir os embrulhos, gosto que a família esteja reunida e de saber que quem está longe está connosco também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos doces...não lhes resisto! E a fava calhou-me a mim...dia de Reis o Bolo é por minha conta: Bolo Rainha, que sou eu que escolho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116717699284275506?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116717699284275506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116717699284275506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/natal-2006.html' title='Natal 2006'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116657213095783372</id><published>2006-12-19T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:48:50.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>Seja...&lt;br /&gt;com a luz do sol de frente;&lt;br /&gt;o contorno, do teu perfil, no dourado do fim de tarde;&lt;br /&gt;as linhas do teu corpo, sob o artificial do candeeiro;&lt;br /&gt;no flash da máquina;&lt;br /&gt;ou nas sombras da noite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116657213095783372?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116657213095783372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116657213095783372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/luz.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116635543504906151</id><published>2006-12-17T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:54:13.383Z</updated><title type='text'>"Just because it's Christmas "</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m2T5yfgsZ0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love Actually Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Obrigada C. pelo link)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há coisas que não se explicam nem se comentam!! Sentem-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116635543504906151?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116635543504906151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116635543504906151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-because-its-christmas.html' title='&quot;Just because it&apos;s Christmas &quot;'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116578495715053568</id><published>2006-12-10T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:09:17.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Disseram: parte 3!</title><content type='html'>Depois da janta surpresa (1), depois da festa com música ao vivo (2) veio a tão esperada parte 3, repartida em três dias! Dias esses reservados há muito e cujo destino foi guardado a 7 chaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partimos sexta de manhã! Seguimos para Norte! Fui dando palpites e acertei na primeira paragem: Óbidos e a Vila do Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto tanto de Óbidos! Primeira parte da surpresa: às 4, juntaram-se mais 2!!! E um balão vermelho! O slogan "Já vos disse que a Martinha tem fome?" ganhou asas e houve quem oferecesse uma dentada numa sandes mista! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com..."tranqui...lidade" retomámos à estrada! E com o sol soalheiro e já de barriga aconchegada fechei os olhos e só os voltei a abrir à chegada (entretanto a amiga venda, da parte 1, voltou à parte 3!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por saberem o quanto gosto de faróis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ficámos no "&lt;a href="http://www.marinha.pt/extra/revista/ra_jul2004/pag_35.html"&gt;Farol do Cabo Mondego&lt;/a&gt;", primeiro sem luz, depois sem gás... sempre com muito frio! Veio a luz, veio a água... o resto? Bem a malta divertiu-se à grande! Houve paparoca, houve docinhos, houve parvalheira, houve muito frio, houve borga, houve chuva e vento, houve a tentativa de ver o nascer do sol...logo abortada pelo mau tempo e pela vontade em ficar no quentinho! Houve partidas e cinema, houve passeata e muitas fotos (a ver no lugar do costume! &lt;a href="http://por-aguas-virtuais.blogspot.com"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve sobretudo um estar a 6, reforçando as 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não podemos esquecer o Cocas...que nos acompanhou SEMPRE!!! Até ao final do lanche de crepes e scones já na casa de campo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/320/890054/farol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116578495715053568?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116578495715053568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116578495715053568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/disseram-parte-3.html' title='Disseram: parte 3!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116544792558694136</id><published>2006-12-06T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:32:05.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>Só uma forma de vos dizer que fico feliz por irem...afinal profissionalmente estão em expansão. Fico feliz por irem para melhor, fico sobretudo feliz por estarem a construir o vosso caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu lado mais egoista provoca em mim já uma irremediável saudade! Aquela saudade que vem do fundo! Não vou telefonar sempre que queira! Não vou cozinhar jantarzinhos para vocês sempre que me apeteça, não vou juntar-me a vocês e partilhar pedaços de chocolate e o coração sempre que me der na real gana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu egoismo só conta para saberem que gosto de vocês e que estou mesmo feliz!!! Mesmo que me tenham dado a notícia quase na mesma semana...mesmo quando se dirigem para norte...mesmo quando só de pensar já vos sinto a falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Aloha....que assim não se livram de mim!:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116544792558694136?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116544792558694136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116544792558694136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116502175388773520</id><published>2006-12-02T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:09:13.986Z</updated><title type='text'>mil novecentos e oitenta e um</title><content type='html'>Começou de manhã, entre o nariz frio e o pastel de nata, continuou com o bolo logo depois de almoço, mais tarde houve 2sd round e cortou-se mais bolo, para o lanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde era incógnita e andámos às voltas! Houve uma venda, nos olhos que fecharam, e mais voltas, o destino era segredo e cheguei lá ao colo! Mal pisei terra não tive dúvidas: a minha casa! Lá dentro?? De quem gosto! Que não estava à espera! Tinham-me telefonado todos! E desejado um feliz final de dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que houve os que não puderam estar presentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve muitas fotos e risota, e 25 velas no total. Houve mais bolo e brindes! E mais risota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ir embora a foto: para mais tarde recordar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5374/582/320/812325/Aniv_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A todos sem excepção o meu OBRIGADA! Pincelamos a vida com momentos destes!!E só assim faz sentido! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116502175388773520?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116502175388773520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116502175388773520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/12/mil-novecentos-e-oitenta-e-um.html' title='mil novecentos e oitenta e um'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116476095172046819</id><published>2006-11-29T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:42:31.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Mereces!</title><content type='html'>Não só pelo esforço, não só pela dedicação, não tanto pelos lindos olhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto aliado, à devoção, à entrega de cabeça, tantas vezes ultrapassando o limite, aos valores que trazes, aos que constróis, à vontade de mudar, de ser melhor, da perfeição profissional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereces mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vás! Que fiques! Que sejas feliz! Mas sobretudo que não esqueças as 7 colinas, o mar do sul....o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aplaudo de pé! E grito "bis"...sabes bem que voto em ti! Sempre! Porque acredito de todo o meu coração em ti e que para merecer há que lutar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;És uma lutadora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116476095172046819?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116476095172046819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116476095172046819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/mereces.html' title='Mereces!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116467043884783712</id><published>2006-11-27T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:33:58.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Monólogo de um livro</title><content type='html'>Folheia-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê-me, começa nos agradecimentos, segue para o primeiro capítulo, não leias o fim! Descobre-me em cada parágrafo, em cada página!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se necessário for: risca, sublinha, toma notas! Marca-me! Para não esqueceres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê a minha estória, ri, se for caso disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao deitar: uma página, que acalma o coração e traz sonos sossegados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transporta-me!Sobre o rio, no jardim, no trânsito ou na praia! Quando chove ou sob o candeeiro! Lê-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao chegares ao fim... comenta: autor@umqualquerendereço.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque: "&lt;em&gt;E entre nós e as palavras, o nosso dever falar&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Mário Cesariny]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116467043884783712?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116467043884783712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116467043884783712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/monlogo-de-um-livro.html' title='Monólogo de um livro'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116456829429263633</id><published>2006-11-26T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:11:34.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Estrela polar</title><content type='html'>Sinto o teu respirar e acendo a luz! Olho os teus traços, cheiro-te, nem me sentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoro o frio e destapo-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravo os sinais. Mais tarde pego no esquadro e uno-os! Formo constelações, onde viajo: é o meu espaço!Carrego junto ao lábio, assinalando a estrela polar! O (meu) Norte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito a embalagem e sussuro-te ao ouvido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quase tenho a certeza que os lábios rasgaram...e que (me) sorriste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116456829429263633?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116456829429263633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116456829429263633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/estrela-polar.html' title='Estrela polar'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116432081475767456</id><published>2006-11-23T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:26:55.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Nasce no mar</title><content type='html'>- Sabes tenho um rio só meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Onde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A sul, corre para Norte e nasce no mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não tentes compreender! Se&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (como refere P. Coelho)&lt;/span&gt; "Andando, se faz o caminho", o rio faz-se mergulhando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posso mergulhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be my guest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116432081475767456?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116432081475767456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116432081475767456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/nasce-no-mar.html' title='Nasce no mar'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116397478927611521</id><published>2006-11-19T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:19:49.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Walnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/1600/walnuts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/200/walnuts2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm nuts about u!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116397478927611521?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116397478927611521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116397478927611521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/walnuts.html' title='Walnuts'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116387089957585153</id><published>2006-11-18T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:37:39.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Chave(S)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/1600/chave%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/200/chave%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wikipedia diz que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chave&lt;/strong&gt; pode ser:&lt;br /&gt;- freguesia no concelho de Arouca, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;- um objecto que faz funcionar uma fechadura&lt;br /&gt;- em biologia, é uma descrição que auxilia a identificação de seres vivos&lt;br /&gt;- sinal que identifica o tom de uma peça musical&lt;br /&gt;- espécie de válvula que permite controlar o som em instrumentos musicais&lt;br /&gt;- identificador que permite localizar informações em repositórios de dados&lt;br /&gt;- consiste de um pedaço de informação, geralmente secreto, usado para personalizar cifras.&lt;br /&gt;- identificar de tabelas em bases de dados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plural, &lt;strong&gt;Chaves:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cidade e município do distrito de Vila Real, Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto para dizer que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês, uns do Norte, outros do Centro ou ainda do Sul. Há mais ou menos tempo a lidarem aqui com este ser vivo!Vocês, que têm a música dentro do coração, ou mesmo no nome, e por isso um som especial para mim.Vocês que lidam com a "minha" informação, mais ou menos secreta, mais ou menos organizada, ou mesmo aqueles que apenas lêem, o que para aqui vou escrevendo, mas que sei que posso contar com a vossa Amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vocês...para que saibam...abro-vos a porta do meu novo espaço...e garanto que se bolos não houver, se o chocolate faltar, haverá sempre chá....e...uma chave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116387089957585153?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116387089957585153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116387089957585153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/chaves.html' title='Chave(S)'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116361312744009186</id><published>2006-11-15T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:54:32.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Sopraste?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/1600/sopro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/320/sopro.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando saí o chapéu voou e o jornal foi parar ao chão...só pode ter sido um sopro...do coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116361312744009186?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116361312744009186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116361312744009186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/sopraste.html' title='Sopraste?'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116345907164081861</id><published>2006-11-13T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:04:31.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Guizos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"- As pessoas têm estrelas que não são as mesmas. Para os viajantes, as estrelas são guias. Para outros, não passam de luzinhas. Para outros, os cientistas, são problemas. Para o meu homem de negócios, eram ouro. Mas todas essas estrelas estão caladas. Tu, tu vais ter estrelas como mais ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que isso quer dizer?&lt;br /&gt;- À noite, pões-te a olhar para o céu e, como eu moro numa delas, como eu me estou a rir numa delas, para ti, é como se todas elas se rissem! Vais ser a única pessoa do mundo que tem estrelas capazes de rir!&lt;br /&gt;E voltou a rir.&lt;br /&gt;- (...) vai-te apetecer rir comigo. E, às vezes, sem mais nem menos, vai-te dar para abrir a janela, só porque é bom...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- O Principezinho - Antoine de Saint Exupéry -&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/11729130-116345907164081861?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116345907164081861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116345907164081861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/guizos.html' title='Guizos'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116327980092260985</id><published>2006-11-11T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:16:40.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se o beijo não for no sapo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se o beijo não for de peixe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nem mesmo de chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se não for sob a lua ou o sol?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se for...em ti?&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/11729130-116327980092260985?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116327980092260985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116327980092260985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/beijo.html' title='Beijo'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116302698880404668</id><published>2006-11-08T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:13:28.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Mononke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que para os japoneses é utilizado para descrever qualquer coisa de estranho... &lt;a href="http://cineasia.blogspot.com/2006/03/princess-mononoke-mononoke-hime.html"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estranho?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim porque é estranho não conhecer certas flores do teu bouquet e já as amar! E querer conhecer mais e imaginar-me com Elas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estranho porque não têm a poda das minhas mãos, mas são tuas!! E desejo que cheirem também a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estranho é, pensar nelas, como penso!!! Querer oferecer-lhes um jardim e saber, quase ao certo, a cor do céu que mais iriam gostar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não as quero na jarra da sala!! Gosto de flores na terra!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Será que a terra cheira a mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116302698880404668?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116302698880404668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116302698880404668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/mononke.html' title='Mononke'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116273697812714724</id><published>2006-11-05T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:29:38.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Encontrei e gostei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;é assim o amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca está longe. (...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pessoa continua em nós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116273697812714724?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116273697812714724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116273697812714724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/encontrei-e-gostei.html' title='Encontrei e gostei!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116258066734946880</id><published>2006-11-03T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:04:27.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; - O teu -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Quando cada centímetro teu ocupa cada poro meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116258066734946880?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116258066734946880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116258066734946880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/perfume.html' title='Perfume'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116241132404909283</id><published>2006-11-01T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:02:04.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Beijos de desencantar! (a ti)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/1600/kiss%20the%20frog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/320/kiss%20the%20frog.gif" 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/11729130-116241132404909283?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116241132404909283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116241132404909283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/11/beijos-de-desencantar-ti.html' title='Beijos de desencantar! (a ti)'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116225278176579812</id><published>2006-10-30T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:59:41.783Z</updated><title type='text'>desvirtuada!</title><content type='html'>Encostei a cabeça no colo do mundo e suspirei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O prazer masoquista da espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto isso...viajo pelo corpos que são nossos, pelas almas que se cruzam e pelas palavras compartilhadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Quanto tempo falta?&lt;br /&gt;  - Não sei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem: &lt;em&gt;saber esperar é uma virtude&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116225278176579812?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116225278176579812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116225278176579812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/desvirtuada.html' title='desvirtuada!'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116214829054923320</id><published>2006-10-29T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:51:59.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Viagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Viagem&lt;br /&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&lt;br /&gt;(Redirecionado de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Viajar" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Viajar&amp;redirect=no"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ir para: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viajar#column-one"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;navegação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viajar#searchInput"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pesquisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma viagem é o deslocamento de pessoas em uma jornada. As razões para viajar incluem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Turismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turismo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ? viagem com o propósito de recreação.&lt;br /&gt;Visita a amigos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Família" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/FamÃ&amp;shy;lia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negócios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Migração" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/MigraÃ§Ã£o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Migração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - viagem para começar a vida em um lugar diferente. Pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nômade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/NÃ´made"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nômades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; viajam assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Peregrinação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/PeregrinaÃ§Ã£o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peregrinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - viagem por motivos religiosos. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi em trabalho que passei uns dias em &lt;a href="http://www.eden-online.org/eden.php"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/a&gt; a ouvir falar sobre a investigação que tem sido desenvolvida na educação a distância e no e-learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os temas em investigação são vastos! Um deles foi sobre as ferramentas utilizadas...a wikipedia foi alvo de aberta discussão...porque pode não contemplar tudo (não contempla, por exº, &lt;em&gt;viajar em trabalho&lt;/em&gt;)...porque pode conter incorrecções, porque é feita colaborativamente e é assim que as aprendizagens têm sentido. A meu ver a wikipedia é um excelente ponto de partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez o ponto de partida foi aprender o que pelo mundo se faz em termos de tecnologia na educação, a chegada?? Bem...algumas conclusões, mas uma vez mais: sei o que &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; quero!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei de ter ido, gostei do que ouvi (mesmo quando não concordava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora segue-se nova viagem, desta vez pelos papéis... trabalheco no horizonte!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Assim viagem em trabalho (by me):  é o deslocamento de pessoas em uma jornada, onde se conhece muito pouco da cultura local mas onde se partilha muito da profissional)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116214829054923320?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116214829054923320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116214829054923320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/viagens.html' title='Viagens'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116164524737016316</id><published>2006-10-23T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:14:07.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor-te</title><content type='html'>Planeava ir ver a exposição, hoje! Mas hoje não foi possível! E será impossível ir, até a exposição terminar! (já no próximo dia 28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;a href="http://www.amor-te.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como encarar a morte?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consegue ultrapassar o medo e encarar o seu rosto?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A (minha) resposta: Não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fui educada para lidar com a morte (seremos?), não gosto de pensar nisso e o instinto faz-me....ficar à parte; ignorar! Se ignorar, se não vir e sobretudo se não cheirar...não custa tanto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a morte cheira a velas, flores e mofo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exposição fala da vida, do amor e da morte; traduzidos nos rostos de doentes terminais nos dois momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei curiosa e receosa... e tenho pena de não ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto fez com que no regresso pensasse na Ju...e no Sb. e em todos os outros que já não posso abraçar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim que de forma insconsciente percebi que às vezes não entendo logo o sentido porque partilho certas coisas...foi pela exposição, de certo,e o que ela me fez reflectir, que abri a Lei do Amor, de Laura Esquível, e enviei por mail isto aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando é que morrem os mortos? Quando nos esquecemos deles. Quando é que desaparece uma cidade? Quando já não existe memória dos que nela moraram...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116164524737016316?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116164524737016316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116164524737016316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/amor-te.html' title='Amor-te'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116152615877176875</id><published>2006-10-22T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:09:18.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angústia é:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Quando a solidão se mascara com um sorriso, mas os olhos pedem: fica!!... e sente-se o bater do coração!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11729130-116152615877176875?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116152615877176875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116152615877176875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/angstia.html' title='Angústia é:'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116138195772030300</id><published>2006-10-20T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:05:57.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusão</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fus%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fusão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; - ou derretimento - é o nome dado ao processo de passagem de uma substância do estado sólido para o estado líquido&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O chocolate derreteu, os corpos uniram-se e a água ferveu&lt;/strong&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/11729130-116138195772030300?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116138195772030300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116138195772030300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuso.html' title='Fusão'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116121210355105575</id><published>2006-10-18T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:55:03.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>World Press Photo - CCB</title><content type='html'>O que é a fotografia? Capturar momentos! Há sempre o lado de quem fotografa, de quem é fotografado e de quem vê a fotografia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ficou? Incómodo... o que a meu ver é bom...se incomoda foi porque tocou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomodou-me a crueldade do que se faz, incomodou-me o sofrimento a que muitos estão votados, incomodou-me ter-se conseguido eternizar esses momentos, a fragilidade de muitos, a dor e mágoa de outros tantos. O sofrimento vende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos são espectaculares, arrepiam, fizeram-me quase entrar pela objectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei da parede dedicada ao desporto...nem uma de Rítmica, uma de dança - as eterna pontas de ballet. Havia também as de festejos, da natureza e de rostos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam também expostos os prémios da Visão - o nacional...e dessas ficaram as imagens do vermelho que ardeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esta imagem aqui dediquei mais tempo que as outras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/320/wpp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fotografia de Xin Zhou - 5000 balões no ar no primeiro aniversário do &lt;em&gt;tsunami - &lt;/em&gt;Tailância &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.fotopolis.pl/galeria/18ZHOU.jpg"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fica o &lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.nl/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;...para quem quiser espreitar, que não &lt;em&gt;in loco&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/11729130-116121210355105575?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116121210355105575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116121210355105575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/world-press-photo-ccb.html' title='World Press Photo - CCB'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116112119156949902</id><published>2006-10-17T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:39:51.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausa Kit Kat (para descomprimir da apneia)</title><content type='html'>O fim de semana estava quase no fim, falávamos de tudo e de nada (especialmente de nada) e eis que a M. avança:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lança um desafio lá no teu blog, para nós"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei piada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei no que a C. passa a vida a dizer: "Cada um é para o que nasce"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a C. eu nasci para explicar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim parece-me que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://martachi.blogspot.com/"&gt;M.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;nasceu&lt;/em&gt; para a música&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://por-aguas-virtuais.blogspot.com/"&gt;C.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;nasceu&lt;/em&gt; para a pesquisa&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://truemi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;nasceu&lt;/em&gt; para encantar e ser encantada&lt;br /&gt;O P. &lt;em&gt;nasceu&lt;/em&gt; para nos aturar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "porquês" ficam para mim (que isto de arranjar uma só palavra, para o que se nasce, é muito complicado!)....e "compro-vos" com os defeitos e tudo! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116112119156949902?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116112119156949902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116112119156949902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/pausa-kit-kat-para-descomprimir-da.html' title='Pausa Kit Kat (para descomprimir da apneia)'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116103626558830140</id><published>2006-10-16T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:04:25.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Escreveu-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca te permitas deixar de sonhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu, que não o conheço, acreditei nas suas palavras e só pedia (a um qualquer Deus) que assim seja de facto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-E se&lt;em&gt; (tu)&lt;/em&gt; me vires de olhos fechados saberás que não é para te tentar esquecer...mas sim para procurar os sonhos! -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116103626558830140?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116103626558830140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116103626558830140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116069490840363699</id><published>2006-10-12T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:03:06.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem secaste, com os teus lábios, o sal que ficou do mar nos meus olhos...&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/11729130-116069490840363699?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116069490840363699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116069490840363699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/sal.html' title='Sal'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116042569845708396</id><published>2006-10-09T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:28:18.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Depois de amanhã, sim, só depois de amanhã...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levarei amanhã a pensar em depois de amanhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim será possível; mas hoje não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, hoje nada; hoje não posso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A persistência confusa da minha subjectividade objectiva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sono da minha vida real, intercalado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O cansaço antecipado e infinito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um cansaço de mundos para apanhar um eléctrico...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116042569845708396?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116042569845708396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116042569845708396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/adiamento.html' title='Adiamento'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729130.post-116016201292427022</id><published>2006-10-06T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:40:01.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pegadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/1600/DSCF2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/582/320/DSCF2023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não há outras formas de o dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pegadas eram minhas mas eras tu que caminhavas! Eram teus os pés que o mar molhava, e teu o rosto a sentir os salpicos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na linha do hortizonte o nosso nome, em tons do céu, um magenta em pinceladas!&lt;br /&gt;Os pés gelados que sentem os grãos de areia (tal qual menires) e em vez de guizos: sinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não há outro modo de o dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua forma e volume são as minhas pegadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729130-116016201292427022?l=cripsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116016201292427022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729130/posts/default/116016201292427022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cripsis.blogspot.com/2006/10/pegadas.html' title='Pegadas'/><author><name>S@ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829197265627130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dhvMR7Kdiuo/SP-Z7ZUMH6I/AAAAAAAAADw/iWw9AYzJ2xY/S220/IMG_3072.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
