<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:31:07.970Z</updated><category term='Chuva'/><category term='Paz'/><category term='Beleza'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='Sentimento'/><category term='Canção'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Acontecimentos'/><category term='racismo'/><category term='Lições de vida'/><category term='Frases'/><category term='Iniciativas'/><category term='Reflexões'/><category term='Sonhar'/><category term='Pureza'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Histórias de esperança'/><category term='Solidariedade'/><category term='O mundo'/><category term='O outro'/><category term='Alegria'/><category term='Ser humano'/><category term='Filosofias'/><category term='Liberdade'/><title type='text'>O Longe faz-se Perto</title><subtitle type='html'>E no encurtar da distância, aproximo-me dos Sonhos.
Daqueles que busco, insaciada, porque são gotas e gotas que preenchem esta imensidão que é a vida.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4723136636232692964</id><published>2012-02-01T22:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:22:48.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Que governo (des) governado!</title><summary type='text'>Eis que os meios de comunicação anunciam mais outro dito desprovido de qualquer inteligência e empatia pelo povo português.Enquanto que um vem dizer para emigrarmos (sim, isto é que é promover o emprego nacional e honrar a pátria) e outro diz que terá direito a uma pensão que não chegará para cobrir as despesas (dá que pensar que despesas serão essas, só se tiver de satisfazer necessidades </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4723136636232692964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4723136636232692964' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4723136636232692964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4723136636232692964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-governo-des-governado.html' title='Que governo (des) governado!'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1792748317229311981</id><published>2012-01-29T19:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:45:13.738Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras que ficam (Parte II)...</title><summary type='text'>"O valor da dignidade humana não tem preço.""Será que tudo o que posso, devo?""A justeza da acção está no equilíbrio entre o bem pretendido e o mal tolerado.""Respeitar o ser que é pessoa, promove a vida.""Sem informação não há diálogo."Prof. Alzira Ourives "Não podemos descurar o óptimo, quando é possível, pelo facilitismo."Prof. Nilza Nogueira "O fumador tem a chaminé colada à boca."Prof. José </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1792748317229311981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1792748317229311981' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1792748317229311981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1792748317229311981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2012/01/palavras-que-ficam-parte-ii.html' title='Palavras que ficam (Parte II)...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-148920893677690638</id><published>2012-01-27T19:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:40:17.995Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras que ficam (parte I)...</title><summary type='text'>"É bonito e mau, mas a vida tem de se cruzar entre essas duas facetas para se reconhecer o que é bom.""A tradição só serve para explicar aquilo que queremos que se mantenha.""Às vezes vale mais a pena ser estúpido do que tentar perceber o que acontece na vida.""O trauma é uma constante na vida.""Não se pode esperar aquilo que não tem tempo de se esperar.""É na faculdade que se vai atrás de um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/148920893677690638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=148920893677690638' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/148920893677690638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/148920893677690638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2012/01/palavras-que-ficam-parte-i.html' title='Palavras que ficam (parte I)...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2433125916486559309</id><published>2012-01-11T17:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:04:08.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Sussurros da noite</title><summary type='text'>Quer o corpo repousar, mas a mente continua a girar:Será que apenas os momentos ou objectos que têm significado ou motivo/razão de ser é que possuem valor?Não poderão existir somente a vontade e o impulso, e só isso mesmo seja suficiente para enriquecer os dias?Ou é demasiado necessário categorizar, extrair a importância e saber justificar?Ah... Longe vão os tempos pueris em que o agir e o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2433125916486559309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2433125916486559309' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2433125916486559309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2433125916486559309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2012/01/sussurros-da-noite.html' title='Sussurros da noite'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3325779841028286912</id><published>2012-01-06T21:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:21:27.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos em viagem</title><summary type='text'>Acompanhada de mim mesma, na queitude das horas pouco movimentadas, dei por mim a estabelecer analogias entre o meio de transporte do meu quotidiano e a vida.-Vamos de metro em metro, com partida e chegada definida, com começo estabelecido e destino determinado. Há medida que o tempo passa, afastamo-nos do ponto inicial e atravessamos diversas estações, diversas etapas, sempre acompanhados de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3325779841028286912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3325779841028286912' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3325779841028286912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3325779841028286912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensamentos-em-viagem.html' title='Pensamentos em viagem'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4533386888633759276</id><published>2011-12-31T14:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:06:53.948Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo!</title><summary type='text'>Alemão - 'Gutes Neues Jahr'Catalão - 'Bon Any Nou'Chinês Mandarim - 'Xin nian yu kuai' Espanhol - 'Feliz Ano Nuevo'Esperanto - 'Bonan Novjaron'Finlandés - 'onnellista Uutta Vuotta'Francês - 'Bonne Année'Galês - 'Blwyddyn Newydd Dda'Grego - 'Kainourios Chronos'Hebreu - 'Shanah Tovah'Holandês - 'Gelukkig Nieuwjaar'Húngaro - 'Boldog Ujevet'Indonesiano - 'Selamat Tahun Baru'Islandês - 'Farsflt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4533386888633759276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4533386888633759276' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4533386888633759276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4533386888633759276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo!'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7213436553182667317</id><published>2011-12-29T21:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:09:10.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Resoluções de Ano Novo</title><summary type='text'>Segundo o calendário gregoriano pelo qual nos regemos, pouco falta para que 2011 ceda o seu lugar a 2012. Um ano da nossa vida que fica registado no caderno mental das memórias, um ano da nossa vida que fica para trás e deixa caminho livre para que o destino imprima nas restantes páginas os seus novos traços, as suas surpresas, as suas aventuras. E nesta altura vemos tudo o que estes 12 meses, 52</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7213436553182667317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7213436553182667317' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7213436553182667317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7213436553182667317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/12/introspeccao.html' title='Resoluções de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8961502963353296001</id><published>2011-12-24T14:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:06:40.765Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal...</title><summary type='text'>Tantas palavras resumem a quadra: alegria, família, prendas, doces, convívio...Várias são as figuras invocadas: Pai Natal, renas, menino Jesus e restantes figuras do presépio.E cada povo tem o seu costume, cada região de um mesmo país tem a sua tradição.Mas no fundo, o âmago destes dias é sempre o mesmo.Há algo único, que se repete anualmente, que nos liga. Que nos faz esquecer das diferenças, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8961502963353296001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8961502963353296001' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8961502963353296001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8961502963353296001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html' title='Natal...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2363982842137773555</id><published>2011-12-22T21:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:54:49.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Elogio da Amizade</title><summary type='text'>Não te importes se a tuaamizade é grande ou pequena,alta ou baixa, quadradaou redonda, acidentada ou plana.A amizade é de todos os tamanhos e formas que se pode imaginar. (Kass P. Dotterweich e John D. Perry) P.S. - Em nome de uma boa tarde passada junto de duas amigas, cuja amizade poderá tomar diversas formas mas os seus contornos jamais serão alterados. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2363982842137773555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2363982842137773555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2363982842137773555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2363982842137773555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/12/elogio-da-amizade.html' title='Elogio da Amizade'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyjMUPRcEOs/TvOmmadXA_I/AAAAAAAAAtg/OQyRP4iCR38/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8211582338621041809</id><published>2011-12-20T20:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:49:05.970Z</updated><title type='text'>E chega aquela altura do ano...</title><summary type='text'>... Em que só me apetece estar de férias, de comprar e fazer as prendas de Natal que quero dar, de dormir mais umas horas e passar aqueles dias especiais junto à família, celebrando a união, amor e os recomeços. Mas depois lembro-me do resto, do que há para fazer, como as tarefas da casa e principalmente as matérias que ainda estão para estudar para as frequências de Janeiro, que noutros tempos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8211582338621041809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8211582338621041809' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8211582338621041809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8211582338621041809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-chega-aquela-altura-do-ano.html' title='E chega aquela altura do ano...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1JAvd919os/TvECZM2hAtI/AAAAAAAAAtU/tm64-QNgGVs/s72-c/tira-duvidas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3450393021844981144</id><published>2011-12-01T19:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:38:46.059Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><summary type='text'>Os centros comerciais exibem as suas luzes, as lojas enchem-se de neve e objectos alusivos à época, esperando cativar quem passa pelas suas montras, e de longe a longe, nos centros das cidades, vislumbram-se árvores enfeitadas.É certo que a crise (chamemos-lhe assim por conveniência) obrigou a corte nas despesas com bens materiais em alturas como esta, mas por algum motivo, o Natal parece que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3450393021844981144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3450393021844981144' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3450393021844981144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3450393021844981144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2793040235461360356</id><published>2011-11-23T21:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:36:46.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto da Indignação</title><summary type='text'>Imagem retirada de A Convicção da DúvidaJá não dá para apertar mais o cinto. A anorexia instalou-se e vivemos na fome de condições, onde nos consomem as reservas de dignidade.De negro se pinta a pele, confundindo-se com a noite dos tempos onde o silêncio era imposto. No entanto, desta vez as riquezas são escassas, ou se escasseiam porque alguém (ou alguns) as mantém em segredo, e a voz não se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2793040235461360356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2793040235461360356' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2793040235461360356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2793040235461360356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/11/manifesto-da-indignacao.html' title='Manifesto da Indignação'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsUO7bUT7y0/Ts1s2YHyQdI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mvuKJ0Hi0WY/s72-c/imigrantes%2Bgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3229988908604951396</id><published>2011-11-13T00:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:47:02.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Os onzes</title><summary type='text'>Passou o dia onze do mês onze e do ano onze.E tantos onzes já se tornaram um marco, muitos por maus motivos, como o onze de Setembro nos Estados Unidos da América.Mas o de sexta-feira era especial.Era um onze que só por si simboliza um marco histórico, um fenómeno único, que só se poderá repetir, com alguma semelhança, daqui a um século.Criaram-se expectativas, pensaram-se momentos, fizeram-se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3229988908604951396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3229988908604951396' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3229988908604951396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3229988908604951396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-onzes.html' title='Os onzes'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6653401212722255415</id><published>2011-10-28T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:16:29.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditos inventados</title><summary type='text'> Recorda-te dos momentos vividos em que o azar os caracterizou, pois podem trazer a sorte de amanhã.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6653401212722255415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6653401212722255415' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6653401212722255415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6653401212722255415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/10/ditos-inventados.html' title='Ditos inventados'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YD9AenSUjY4/TqspTYV7wiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3fxieoVJadU/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6106274780018706374</id><published>2011-10-26T22:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:27:00.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And again, the rain...</title><summary type='text'>Cai gota a gota, empurrada pelos ventos do sul.E o meu ser sente-se capaz, desejoso de tudo mais que não pode, destendendo-se para além de si, desfazendo limites.Uma força, uma vontade, despoletada unicamente por estes tempos, em que de novo volta a chuva. E cada gotícula recorda ao espírito que ainda é possível se ausentar de si, que é legítimo se aventurar e se entregar à Natureza ou querer ser</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6106274780018706374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6106274780018706374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6106274780018706374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6106274780018706374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-again-rain.html' title='And again, the rain...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8917030102872857484</id><published>2011-10-10T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:28:08.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias e dias....</title><summary type='text'>Há uma altura que se sabe que há muito para fazer, mas quando se inicia umaactividade e se lhe pega pela ponta, acaba por ficar pela metade.Eaparentemente, de preguiça viva no corpo ou pura simples falta de vontade, nadaparece ter sentido, mesmo que se defenda o caminho certo e se siga averdade.Faço tudo o que devo, talvez não na proporção devida, mas nestesdias, e há dias e dias assim, em que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8917030102872857484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8917030102872857484' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8917030102872857484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8917030102872857484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-dias-e-dias.html' title='Há dias e dias....'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V8rtJRlLdI8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5742205064614580870</id><published>2011-09-30T22:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:57:24.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adele - Someone Like You (Live in Her Home)</title><summary type='text'>Por motivos que desconheço, esta música estende-se até ao ponto mais profundo que me compõe.Espero que a consigam saborear de igual modo, até porque a cantora Adele tem uma voz vibrante e melodiosa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5742205064614580870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5742205064614580870' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5742205064614580870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5742205064614580870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/09/adele-someone-like-you-live-in-her-home.html' title='Adele - Someone Like You (Live in Her Home)'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NAc83CF8Ejk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8040428077756216637</id><published>2011-09-25T02:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:38:08.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentos</title><summary type='text'>Uma vez, para um evento praxístico, foi-nos dada a tarefa de apresentar os nossos talentos.Nessa altura pensei, cogitei e indaguei sobre qual seria esse mesmo e cheguei à conclusão que o meu talento era escrever textos longos - quem recebe mensagens minhas ou comentários meus sabe que eu me estendo e não me cinjo a meia dúzia palavras.E fiquei por aí.Até que ontem comprovei um outro talento </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8040428077756216637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8040428077756216637' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8040428077756216637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8040428077756216637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/09/talentos.html' title='Talentos'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3826344720772748982</id><published>2011-09-20T00:19:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:11:37.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que se aprende nas aulas</title><summary type='text'>Ao discutir o tema de autocuidado, que é significativamente relevante na prática de enfermagem, e ao tentar definir o mesmo, aprendi que..."Divertir é um autocuidado, pois promove bem-estar." Prof. Maria do Carmo E não podia estar mais de acordo. -P.S. - O autocuidado "... é a prática de actividades que o indivíduo inicia e executa em seu próprio benefício, na manutenção da vida, da saúde e do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3826344720772748982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3826344720772748982' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3826344720772748982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3826344720772748982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-se-aprende-nas-aulas.html' title='O que se aprende nas aulas'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3877814119012182649</id><published>2011-09-18T15:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:24:19.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma questão de fé</title><summary type='text'>"Eu acredito em Deus, não nas religiões."  Nuno Costa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3877814119012182649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3877814119012182649' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3877814119012182649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3877814119012182649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-questao-de-fe.html' title='Uma questão de fé'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1830825175496170244</id><published>2011-09-10T01:05:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:58:29.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Provoca um sorriso!</title><summary type='text'>Ao ler dois textos inspiradores de duas amigas minhas, autoras do Erro de Servidor e Queria apenas dizer-te que...  decidi colocar aqui um desafio cuja ideia já não é nova, mas que também procurarei cumprir. E o desafio intitula-se: "Provoca um sorriso!" - -Quantas vezes nos coibimos de fazer algo tão simples como cantar no metro só porque o silêncio é mais confortável? Ou até cumprimentar um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1830825175496170244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1830825175496170244' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1830825175496170244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1830825175496170244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/09/provoca-um-sorriso.html' title='Provoca um sorriso!'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-bQ8igWpMA/Tmq3h-_VfoI/AAAAAAAAAq4/few9QuAK3xQ/s72-c/O%2Bont%25C3%2583%25C2%25A9m%2Bhoje%2Be%2Bamanh%25C3%2583%25C2%25A3%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2847015133525325127</id><published>2011-09-10T00:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:57:05.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Água choca</title><summary type='text'>Era eu, anos antes. Navegava e saltitava em poças de lama, rogando por águas claras e límpidas. Por uns pós de cloro que as tratassem.As minhas preces ouviram-se lá nos cimos e começou a chover...A poça diluiu-se, consegui vê-la de outra maneira e ter outra perspectiva perante a mesma. Que bem que sabia! Água menos carregada, uma suavidade que me adoçou a alma e era só essa felicidade pura, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2847015133525325127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2847015133525325127' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2847015133525325127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2847015133525325127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/09/agua-choca.html' title='Água choca'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4049603392293858890</id><published>2011-08-27T23:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:48:07.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é ser adulto?</title><summary type='text'>Chega a um ponto da vida em que sabemos que mais tarde ou mais cedo nos vamos confrontar com a fase adulta, faz parte do desenvolvimento do ser e da pessoa. E aí, nesse mesmo ponto, damos asas à imaginação e colocamo-nos com mais uns anos, agindo em semelhança aos adultos com quem convivemos nos nossos dias. E eis o que pensava e tenho vindo a comprovar sobre os adultos, embora haja excepções, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4049603392293858890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4049603392293858890' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4049603392293858890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4049603392293858890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-que-e-ser-adulto.html' title='O que é ser adulto?'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2045252997411353016</id><published>2011-08-23T23:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:17:20.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos...</title><summary type='text'>E se tudo correr bem...Se o sorriso e as gargalhadas tiverem voltado, Se as amizades forem presença constante e qualidade inigualável,Se o desgosto tiver sido superado,E nos outros campos singrar? Se houver tudo isso e mais,Mas continuar a haver algo que falte,Que se ausentou?Ou uma vontade mais forte que custa pôr-se em prática? Porque é que esses aspectos teimam em vir ao de cimo, quando o que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2045252997411353016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2045252997411353016' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2045252997411353016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2045252997411353016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/08/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1520397482953023843</id><published>2011-08-16T00:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:29:00.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><summary type='text'>"A amizade tem 3 vidas: Nasce na alma de quem a dá!Permanece no coração de quem a recebe!E fica na memória de quem a sabe estimar..." Autor desconhecido. P.S.- Esta mensagem foi-me enviada por uma amiga que estimo há muitos anos. O meu grande obrigado para ela em especial e para todas as amizades e todas as pessoas que trago no coração.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1520397482953023843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1520397482953023843' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1520397482953023843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1520397482953023843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/08/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyZQiZMTPpc/Tkmq8aZOkjI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4jziiScbmmo/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-788544366176785037</id><published>2011-08-15T00:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:54:04.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabia(s) que...?</title><summary type='text'>"O tempo aproximado de decomposição de alguns resíduos abandonados nas praias é: -- papel: 3 meses -- cascas de fruta: 6 meses -- tetrapack: 5 anos -- pastilha elástica: 8 anos -- pontas de cigarro: 12 anos -- sacos de plástico: 20 anos -- latas de alumínio: 200 anos -- garrafas de plástico: 400 anos -- fraldas descartáveis: 450 anos -- poliestreno: 1 000 anos -- vidro: 4 000 anos -(Participe na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/788544366176785037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=788544366176785037' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/788544366176785037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/788544366176785037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabias-que.html' title='Sabia(s) que...?'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eBWrzR8pVw/TkhffdKD9LI/AAAAAAAAAnI/k2QjtH_Wn08/s72-c/162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6887283409769828281</id><published>2011-08-08T00:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:07:16.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casualidade, sorte ou milagre?</title><summary type='text'>Li um artigo da Revista Super Interessante deste mês (acreditem que é mesmo super interessante) que me captou a atenção. Está relacionado com histórias de pessoas que sobrevivem mesmo quando parece impossível. Eis alguns excertos: -"O caso da adolescente franecsa Bahia Bakari, de 13 anos, é um dos mais extraordinários da história dos acidentes aéreos. No dia 30 de Junho de 2009, um Airbus da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6887283409769828281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6887283409769828281' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6887283409769828281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6887283409769828281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/08/casualidade-sorte-ou-milagre.html' title='Casualidade, sorte ou milagre?'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7240830904381193453</id><published>2011-08-02T23:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:10:23.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte do que sou</title><summary type='text'>O blogue M. - parte do que sou completou os 200 seguidores e então a autora daquele containho com tão  belos textos, propôs um desafio com as seguintes regras:   -1. Completa a seguinte frase: "Parte do que sou deve-se a..."Parte do que sou deve-se às pessoas que passaram pela minha vida. Ainda mais por aquelas que ficaram e que trago no meu coração, porque deixaram a sua marca em mim e nas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7240830904381193453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7240830904381193453' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7240830904381193453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7240830904381193453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/08/parte-do-que-sou.html' title='Parte do que sou'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moTAlpmOQEQ/TjiV6NnQS6I/AAAAAAAAAm4/gqyZDWdcWbY/s72-c/Favim_com-921_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2519453083322670532</id><published>2011-07-30T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:38:02.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E tu como tá?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2519453083322670532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2519453083322670532' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2519453083322670532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2519453083322670532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-tu-como-ta.html' title='E tu como tá?'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1b1ISgqHDZk/TjR5cPzdVrI/AAAAAAAAAmY/fqtlTZn0vGo/s72-c/kSgkeV351000-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-9182146027691752906</id><published>2011-07-23T19:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:32:34.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O poder da música</title><summary type='text'>O "Oceano Pacífico" da Rfm passava boas músicas, como sempre.Sonolenta, de me deitar tarde e acordar tarde, num vício e refúgio dificilmente controlável, deixei-me embalar por essas músicas, enquanto permanecia deitada.Com aquelas melodias calmas, senti-me a regressar ao passado, a um tempo incerto.Senti parcialmente aquela doce saudade que nos acompanha em elaborados sonhos juvenis, de quem quer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/9182146027691752906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=9182146027691752906' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/9182146027691752906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/9182146027691752906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-poder-da-musica.html' title='O poder da música'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5564089805098076826</id><published>2011-07-19T00:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:40:31.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A rola</title><summary type='text'>Poderia escrever no outro espaço, no espelho da alma que revela alguns pensamentos meus e devaneios de cá de dentro, mas como a escrita de hoje traz consigo uma história, optei por escrever aqui.Então, era uma vez uma rola. Pequena, atrevida e arrojada, provavelmente com a fome a dominá-la, abeirou-se da gaiola da rola que está cá por casa há anos e anos, e que não fugiu quando eu e a minha irmã </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5564089805098076826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5564089805098076826' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5564089805098076826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5564089805098076826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/07/rola.html' title='A rola'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ9pwEtTTwY/TiTEyWe-0cI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QneHU4mnkWA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2078024873680622317</id><published>2011-07-14T23:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:23:38.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistério do vento</title><summary type='text'>Entendi o porquê das nortadas ocorrerem quase sempre na mesma altura do ano... É que segundo Carla Antunes,  "Quando está vento, é porque está um Anjo a soprar a vela do seu bolo de aniversário." Então concluí que há muitos anjinhos a fazer anos por esta altura.  Peço portanto que me desculpem pelas injúrias que fiz actualmente. Para compensar isso deixo aqui os meus Parabéns! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2078024873680622317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2078024873680622317' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2078024873680622317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2078024873680622317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/07/misterio-do-vento.html' title='Mistério do vento'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4D6t5V8lOk/Th96B-XZNxI/AAAAAAAAAlw/AH_RFvFR22U/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-579083529654364747</id><published>2011-07-13T21:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:56:59.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Situação actual</title><summary type='text'>"Hoje é tão difícil educar como ser educado"Lídia Noronha  Nesta geração rebelde da qual faço parte, nesta geração à rasca que encontra condições difíceis e um futuro incerto face aos 12,6% de desemprego, cortes no salário e subida nos combustívieis, produtos e impostos e taxas de tudo e mais alguma coisa, é cada vez mais árdua a tarefa da educação.São as liberdades cedidas por tudo e por nada em</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/579083529654364747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=579083529654364747' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/579083529654364747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/579083529654364747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/07/situacao-actual.html' title='Situação actual'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2082718328807430722</id><published>2011-07-11T22:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:59:29.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Banalidades...</title><summary type='text'>Vai uma estudante perder-se nos livros, nas folhas... e nos chocolates também. Época de esforço e estudo tudo para conseguir bom aproveitamento. E... objectivo cumprido! De lágrimas e suor (nem tanto como de cansaço) é ansiado o tempo de paz, de mais pausas de kitkat (sem contar com as barras de chocolate e bolacha). Uns raios de sol aparecem, mas maior é a preguiça que obriga a ficar em casa. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2082718328807430722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2082718328807430722' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2082718328807430722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2082718328807430722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/07/banalidades.html' title='Banalidades...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8760867063083695633</id><published>2011-07-01T23:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:23:54.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa</title><summary type='text'>Os foguetes voam pelo ar e desmancham-se em cores criando um belo espectáculo, aprazível aos olhos dos que assistem. A música soa, ecoa pelos bairros, varandas e tascas que se abrem para as multidões.Ergue-se a bebida, a melodia sobe de tom, vai uma sardinha, vai uma porção de pimento, vai outro alimento.É a folia, é o êxtase do povo! Celebra as alegrias para esquecer as tristezas e mágoas da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8760867063083695633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8760867063083695633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8760867063083695633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8760867063083695633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/07/festa.html' title='Festa'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4096706202624516744</id><published>2011-06-23T01:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:43:09.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S. João a caminho!</title><summary type='text'>Na noite de São João,Com o martelo a martelar,Vou lançar um balão,Para um beijo te levar,Três martelinhos te mandoPara deles poderes cuidarNa noite de São JoãoÉ obrigatório martelarMartelar a noite todaMartelar sem pararMartela a todo o custoMartelar é o que está a dar. Fátima Silva (http://sdf089.blogspot.com)P.S. - E vou manter viva a tradição, se Deus quiser... :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4096706202624516744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4096706202624516744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4096706202624516744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4096706202624516744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/06/s-joao-caminho.html' title='S. João a caminho!'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6215810838694683964</id><published>2011-06-10T23:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:52:12.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque gritamos?</title><summary type='text'>Um dia, um pensador indiano fez a seguinte pergunta aos seusdiscípulos: &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;“Porque é que as pessoas gritam quando estão aborrecidas?”“Gritamos porque perdemos a calma”, disse um deles.“Mas, por que gritar quanto a outra pessoa está a seu lado?” Questionounovamente o pensador. “Bem, gritamos porque desejamos que a outra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6215810838694683964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6215810838694683964' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6215810838694683964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6215810838694683964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/06/porque-gritamos.html' title='Porque gritamos?'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8250356873606300454</id><published>2011-05-28T00:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:47:00.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie J feat. B.O.B. - Price tag</title><summary type='text'>Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-BlangWanna make the world dance,Forget about the Price Tag.Yeah yeahWell, keep the price tagAnd take the cash backJust give me six strings and a half stACK.And you can keep the carsLeave me the garageAnd all I..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8250356873606300454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8250356873606300454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8250356873606300454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8250356873606300454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/05/jessie-j-feat-bob-price-tag.html' title='Jessie J feat. B.O.B. - Price tag'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2975077523427230978</id><published>2011-05-20T01:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T01:08:00.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofias perdidas em conversas...</title><summary type='text'>Interacção."É verdade, mas é dessa partilha, da adaptação de uns aos outros, dando um pouco de si e recebendo de volta, com todas as mudanças que isso acarreta, que conseguimos crescer e evoluir."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2975077523427230978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2975077523427230978' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2975077523427230978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2975077523427230978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/05/filosofias-perdidas-em-conversas.html' title='Filosofias perdidas em conversas...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYsqHp45o9o/TdWwqJqNT_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/MuXyyBZG6Vs/s72-c/64963_Papel-de-Parede-Conversa-de-Ovelha_1280x1024.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2282591966471094508</id><published>2011-05-18T21:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:49:38.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slogan</title><summary type='text'>"Mata a sede em legítima defesa"7up  E se me quiserem impôr um processo quem é que me acusa? A lata? Os seus filhos? A empresa?Isto daria muitos problemas, porque provavelmente também faltariam testemunhas. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2282591966471094508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2282591966471094508' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2282591966471094508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2282591966471094508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/05/slogan.html' title='Slogan'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5281759091331102683</id><published>2011-05-05T00:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:15:55.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chegou o momento...</title><summary type='text'>".... Temos vontade, para enfrentar qualquer que seja a dificuldade. Superamos tudo, não temos medo. (...) Estamos unidos para sempre."E agora ergue-se uma nova etapa. Outra forma de estar, de viver. Mas o Eu e o Nós que se foi construindo permanece, com a vontade que nos acompanhou neste percurso árduo e único e do qual fazem parte momentos e vivências inesquecíveis. É com essa bagagem que nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5281759091331102683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5281759091331102683' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5281759091331102683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5281759091331102683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/05/chegou-o-momento.html' title='&quot;Chegou o momento...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-PzfVIwU-o/TcHkkr5fvuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CoKJID-e7Lo/s72-c/243%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3706012232681034427</id><published>2011-04-24T16:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:51:22.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Páscoa = Passagem</title><summary type='text'>Apesar de já ter escrito no outro espaço, surge a vontade de deixar algumas palavras por aqui.Nesta época, o culminar de todos os acontecimentos e momentos da vida de Cristo, é-nos revelada uma alternativa, o sacrifício do Senhor por nós, pela humanidade, para fim de remissão dos pecados e restauração da pureza daqueles que os cometeram.E de que serviu?Qual é a situação presente?É quase ridicula </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3706012232681034427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3706012232681034427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3706012232681034427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3706012232681034427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/04/pascoa-passagem.html' title='Páscoa = Passagem'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4284753621725411277</id><published>2011-04-19T22:21:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:58:14.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pequeno jogo...</title><summary type='text'>Seguindo as regras que descobri no espaço de uma amiga (http://errodeservidor.blogspot.com/), elaborei a seguinte lista, com supressões, há dias.Quem quiser fazer o mesmo, é só procurar as instruções no blogue supracitado e divertir-se um pouco com isto. 1- Como te sentes hoje? “Torn” Natalia Imbruglia Pois... Era exactamente isso, uma alma despedaçada. Que alegria!... 2- Vais ser alguém na vida?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4284753621725411277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4284753621725411277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4284753621725411277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4284753621725411277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-pequeno-jogo.html' title='Um pequeno jogo...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3915405347730681665</id><published>2011-04-09T16:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:06:35.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Azáfama da cidade</title><summary type='text'>Há dias regressei ao meu lar a horas pouco habituais. Não, não foi de madrugada nem na altura do sol raiar, mas sim às 18 horas da tarde. E o que tem de estranho isto? Pois... Para quem leva uma vida minimamente decente, essa é a hora de sair da escola, no entanto, devido a actividades extra-estudos, (as quais não irei denominar para não ferir suspectibilidade ou certas crenças) sempre que me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3915405347730681665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3915405347730681665' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3915405347730681665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3915405347730681665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/04/azafama-da-cidade.html' title='Azáfama da cidade'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-849543993862259021</id><published>2011-03-27T00:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:18:51.489Z</updated><title type='text'>O meio... não o fim</title><summary type='text'> "A grandeza de um Ideal não está em atingi-lo, mas em lutar por ele."Juan José Medina</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/849543993862259021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=849543993862259021' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/849543993862259021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/849543993862259021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-meio-nao-o-fim.html' title='O meio... não o fim'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7485941744277799975</id><published>2011-03-08T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:27:43.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><summary type='text'>"Somos iguais? Até a resposta ser sim, não nos devemos deixar de perguntar."Um vídeo promocional expositivo que revela o contexto que a mulher encontra a nível mundial, quer as dificuldades que efectivamente encontra, quer as probabilidades de as vir a passar, em relação ao sexo oposto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7485941744277799975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7485941744277799975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7485941744277799975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7485941744277799975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dIjiqeUx4fk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3703805881688731957</id><published>2011-02-28T22:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:32:58.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... IX</title><summary type='text'>- E quantos os segredos que contigo partilho!...- Ter-me-ão sempre ao dispôr para isso.- Para mais que um mero monólogo?- Se me julgares ao teu pé, se me sentires perto, não será monólogo.- Basta isso?- Só isso.- Então prolonguemos estas conversas pelo tempo... Que sejam mais que inventadas! Que sejam loucuras realizadas, o sustento da alma.- Que  sejam...Sentamo-nos de frente uma para a outra e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3703805881688731957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3703805881688731957' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3703805881688731957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3703805881688731957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-ix.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... IX'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1859802423965044217</id><published>2011-02-27T21:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:29:05.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... VIII</title><summary type='text'>- Estes dias têm muitos males... Mas é nossa função descobrir os bens que os mesmos inserem.- Como vislumbrar o arco-íris no meio da tempestade e inconstância meteorológica?- Exactamente.- Ah!... Se fosse fácil fazer isso, se o mirasse em todos os contextos de dificuldade...- Seria sinal de presença apaziguadora. Conheço essa sensação que procuram.Surrurando, digo:- Shh...É segredo... É uma busca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1859802423965044217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1859802423965044217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1859802423965044217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1859802423965044217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-viii.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... VIII'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2375311947743725964</id><published>2011-02-27T21:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:42:23.268Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... VII</title><summary type='text'>- Há que saber lidar com elas, trazendo ao de cimo todas as nossas capacidades, todas as nossas forças.- Triste do dia em que se tornam necessárias.- Feliz do dia, pois é da maneira que crescemos, que evoluímos como seres humanos e como pessoas. Faz parte da história de cada um.- E que contos se redigem em folhas da vida...- São aventuras em papel, traços irrepetiveis e únicos, com direitos de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2375311947743725964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2375311947743725964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2375311947743725964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2375311947743725964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-vii.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... VII'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1239002170348343034</id><published>2011-02-24T19:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:06:14.458Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... VI</title><summary type='text'>- Nada se pode prever portanto resumimo-nos às probabilidades e ao acaso. Mas a ciência tem o seu quê de certeza, repudiando o aleatório na busca das verdades mutáveis.- Sim, nesse campo (e noutros quiçá) podemos considerar isso.- Mas sabes o que é misterioso nos seus contornos e modos de acção?- O que reúne tais condições?- Deus. O dito Senhor Lá de Cima de que falávamos há pouco, com o dito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1239002170348343034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1239002170348343034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1239002170348343034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1239002170348343034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-vi.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... VI'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1737226731462582394</id><published>2011-02-19T22:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:53:18.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... V</title><summary type='text'>- São os pequenos gestos que constroém o amor.- Foram esses mesmos que me levaram a sentir isso por ti, para além da ligação biológica que partilhamos. E permanece exactamente igual àquele momento.- Eu acredito.Cogito internamente. Depois exprimo-lhe o que me vai na mente.- O amor, essa força divinal, que movimenta céus, mares e montanhas, faz-me também questionar as forças superiores que nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1737226731462582394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1737226731462582394' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1737226731462582394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1737226731462582394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-v.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... V'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6768292823427980209</id><published>2011-02-13T21:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:20:43.032Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... IV</title><summary type='text'>- Não me consigo ausentar... Uma parte de mim permanece neste ponto.- Então que a outra parte se ausente por ti. Talvez baste.- Tem sido assim e para já ainda não me desfragmentei definitivamente... Há sempre um elemento coesivo.Olho para o horizonte.- Eu era para escrever sobre o amor na véspera do dia de S. Valentim, um dia especial por duas razões...- Que uma delas seja um marco sorridente no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6768292823427980209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6768292823427980209' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6768292823427980209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6768292823427980209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-iv.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... IV'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5120941805731511637</id><published>2011-02-13T21:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:43:47.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... III</title><summary type='text'>- De facto o sonho é um dos melhores remédios para as misérias.- E como é bom enfrentar o que nos rodeia sem barreiras. Apenas nós e o pensamento.- Verdade.- Costumas fazer isso com frequência?- A todo o tempo.- Eu também me perco bastante nas minhas imaginações.- Quando o coração é pleno de desejos, esses são enviados às células cerebrais a cada pulsar, tornando a mente num terreno fértil, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5120941805731511637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5120941805731511637' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5120941805731511637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5120941805731511637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-iii.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... III'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3387385124707115991</id><published>2011-02-09T14:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:54:05.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas Inventadas... II</title><summary type='text'>- Não tem.- Exacto.Um momento de silêncio.- Sabes como isto começou?- Um devaneio da saudade.- Acompanhado de uma explosão de remoinhos guardados.- Libertá-los tornou-se uma necessidade, eu sei.- Pois foi. Não conseguia aguentá-los... E o que seria de nós se tivessemos que carregar este peso para sempre? Peso que se acumula dia após dia, hora após hora, em todos os momentos da nossa vida.- Em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3387385124707115991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3387385124707115991' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3387385124707115991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3387385124707115991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-ii.html' title='Conversas Inventadas... II'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3029232973500797322</id><published>2011-02-07T22:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:53:56.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas inventadas... I</title><summary type='text'>- Olá.Um abraço, um toque, um reviver do passado.- Diz-me, por favor, sabes o que virá?- O que virá é incógnita. Segredo a sete-chaves nas mãos do Criador.- Mas será bom?- E o mau também não se pode tornar bom?- Mas será difícil?- Que seria da vida sem um pouco de dificuldade?- Tens razão.- A vida é sopa de momentos variados. Composta um pouco por tudo. Inesperados e esperados. Absolutamente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3029232973500797322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3029232973500797322' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3029232973500797322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3029232973500797322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-inventadas-i.html' title='Conversas inventadas... I'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8540937284005722180</id><published>2011-02-03T21:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:20:33.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Revolução</title><summary type='text'> A revolução de Jasmim floresceu, expandiu-se, qual flor que se sujeita à polinização e ao sabor do vento. Alastrou-se para o Egipto, a Siria, a Birmânia.Outros tantos países assumem os contornos desse descontentamento, planeando acções semelhantes. No jornal estas palavras são repetidas, ouvidas e lidas vezes sem conta. Chegou a um ponto que o mundo se saturou e um pouco por toda a parte se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8540937284005722180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8540937284005722180' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8540937284005722180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8540937284005722180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/02/revolucao.html' title='Revolução'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TUslAaLMrNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WPfr5AScKFE/s72-c/CAPGU3YO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7189391543707307035</id><published>2011-01-28T19:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:20:57.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Um visão diferente</title><summary type='text'>Eis que no meio do estudo, lendo uma das "bíblias" da saúde materna, a minha visão do mundo e do quotidiano muda completamente... como eu jamais imaginaria.*aceleração: Não, não é o aumento de velocidade de um veículo.Mas sim: aumento da frequência cardíaca fetal (FCF); interpretada, geralmente, como um sinal satisfatório;Pelo contrário, na vida real, para nós meros leigos, não é visto de muito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7189391543707307035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7189391543707307035' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7189391543707307035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7189391543707307035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-visao-diferente.html' title='Um visão diferente'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-314185618488027115</id><published>2011-01-18T14:38:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:20:10.289Z</updated><title type='text'>A outra face...</title><summary type='text'>As mais belas descobertas ocorrem quando as mesmas coisas são vistas com um novo olhar.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Malu SchneiderSe os tesouros preciosos das vivências se situam no verso de todo o negrume, porque é tão difícil enfrentar os infortúnios da vida com optimismo?Talvez porque custa. Talvez porque nos esquecemos desse lado, centrando a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/314185618488027115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=314185618488027115' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/314185618488027115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/314185618488027115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2011/01/outra-face.html' title='A outra face...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TTWq9f5WiXI/AAAAAAAAAhE/fC8viL80Zwo/s72-c/8142%257EThe-Tree-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2108201792138981152</id><published>2010-12-30T23:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:18:10.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Festa das Palavras</title><summary type='text'>Era a festa das palavras.As páginas estavam enfeitadas com acentos e pontos e a música soprava lá no alto, tornando o ambiente acolhedor.As letras, animadas, sussurravam entre si, rodopiando de canto a canto enquanto gozavam a sua própria vida e liberdade. Faziam-no em grupos: o das flores, que trataram da decoração do espaço, o dos elementos, que convidaram todos os que faziam parte do céu, da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2108201792138981152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2108201792138981152' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2108201792138981152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2108201792138981152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/12/festa-das-palavras.html' title='Festa das Palavras'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6078568842945692327</id><published>2010-12-30T23:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:19:35.301Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(continuação...) O seu coração bate, a emoção desponta. Os amigos próximos, com receio, acercam-se a ele, devagar.- Assim que vieste, assim que te deixaste corromper pelos males do mundo… - Começa a Razão.- … tornaste-te nalguém cruel, num ser que nem sequer reconhecíamos. Mas que habita dentro de ti. – Segue a Consciência.E ambas completam as ideias uma da outra produzindo um discurso coerente…-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6078568842945692327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6078568842945692327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6078568842945692327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6078568842945692327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/12/continuacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5715584722292948209</id><published>2010-12-26T23:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:21:50.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><summary type='text'> 1.O dia mais belo? R. Aquele em que fizer o outro sorrir.2. A coisa mais fácil? R. Estender a mão.3. O maior obstáculo? R. O medo.4. O maior erro? R. Entrar em conflito sem sentido.5. A raiz de todos os males? R. O ódio.6. A distracção mais bela? R. A Natureza.7. A pior derrota? R. A desistência.8. Os melhores professores? R. Os que nos são próximos.9. A primeira necessidade? R. Amar.10. O que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5715584722292948209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5715584722292948209' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5715584722292948209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5715584722292948209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflexao.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1764279456614307624</id><published>2010-12-20T14:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T19:50:14.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Espírito de Natal</title><summary type='text'> &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;"Natal, minha criança, é amor em acção. Toda vez que nós amamos, toda vez que nós damos, é Natal." (Dale Evans Rogers) O Espírito de Natal revela-se então em cada gesto, em cada sentimento, não especificamente num dia assinalado no calendário ou na época que o engloba. É intemporal, ou assim o deveria ser. Por isso, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1764279456614307624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1764279456614307624' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1764279456614307624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1764279456614307624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/12/espirito-de-natal.html' title='Espírito de Natal'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TQ9szhCLKCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/bLTfPD68EYw/s72-c/CRIANA%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4709001727981128363</id><published>2010-12-20T14:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:50:31.444Z</updated><title type='text'>I believe in dreams</title><summary type='text'>I knowDays will come and goBut maybe I'll grow oldBut I will dieFor nowIs it worth it to be sadIf it's harder to be gladTo be aliveBut the trouble I have causedI wonderWhere do I belongIs it hereBelieve in dreamsYou love so muchLet the passion of your heartMake them realAnd tellAll the ones you loveEverything about the love you feelLaugh about the pastAnd secretlyWish we could go backAnd save the</summary><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1280320846002675618</id><published>2010-11-30T23:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:22:49.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Equilíbrio</title><summary type='text'> "Equilíbrio é não aceitar que nos amem menosdo que aquilo que nos amamos."Retirado/baseado no filme "Comer, Orar e Amar."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1280320846002675618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1280320846002675618' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1280320846002675618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1280320846002675618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/11/equilibrio.html' title='Equilíbrio'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TPWGyq1qiTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0mDjsG0ToOs/s72-c/equilibrio%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4494887148412201140</id><published>2010-11-21T22:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:14:56.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Uso do preservativo</title><summary type='text'>Como forma de protesto e de resposta às palavras do Santo Papa Bento XVI, o qual declarou expressamente que era contra o uso desse contraceptivo,mesmo como meio preventivo da transmissão do virus HIV,foram fabricadas, em França, estas embalagens de preservativos.Actualmente, e finalmente diga-se,  neste fim-de-semana que ficará para a história,a ideologia da Igreja adaptou-se aos novos tempos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4494887148412201140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4494887148412201140' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4494887148412201140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4494887148412201140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/11/uso-do-preservativo.html' title='Uso do preservativo'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TOmXm2Lkq5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/sLDypSlQlMY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2888982949708604664</id><published>2010-11-20T22:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:17:56.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque sim</title><summary type='text'>Porquê ceder a ninharias que provocam mal-estarsem fundamento fortequando basta um só sorriso para espalhar alegria,para aproveitar o dia,sem o obstáculo que o impedia?Afasto tudo o que me aborrece, me entristece, me desanima. Afasto as nuvens negras de factos e suposições que não têm força, que não são nada, ponto, átomo na maré de desgraças do mundo. E sorrio. Sorrio porque sou, porque assim o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2888982949708604664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2888982949708604664' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2888982949708604664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2888982949708604664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-sim.html' title='Porque sim'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TOhUrMQbbgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Nj2wLXECW3U/s72-c/O%2Bont%25C3%2583%25C2%25A9m%2Bhoje%2Be%2Bamanh%25C3%2583%25C2%25A3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2951951391929320888</id><published>2010-11-13T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:40:09.524Z</updated><title type='text'>Cidadania</title><summary type='text'>"Saber viver em sociedade respeitando as suas regras, com os direitos e os deveres que lhes são devidos." Será que esta ideologia tem sido posta em prática?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2951951391929320888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2951951391929320888' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2951951391929320888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2951951391929320888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/11/cidadania.html' title='Cidadania'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-9218418340287413027</id><published>2010-11-05T21:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:14:33.995Z</updated><title type='text'>A luz do meu tempo</title><summary type='text'>"Eterno é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundos, mas com tamanha intensidade que se petrifica e nenhuma força jamais o resgata." (Drummond de Andrade)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/9218418340287413027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=9218418340287413027' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/9218418340287413027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/9218418340287413027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/11/luz-do-meu-tempo.html' title='A luz do meu tempo'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TNRxsG9_JWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ioOxcMXR1Kg/s72-c/Digitalizar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5772940616700065653</id><published>2010-11-02T20:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:17:03.815Z</updated><title type='text'>O terrorismo Vs Creatividade</title><summary type='text'>Lamento pegar num tema tão sério para o abordar numa perspectiva sarcástica, mas para quem observou as notícias nos últimos dias deparou-se com algo do género: "Pacote suspeito nos Eua", "Embrulho suspeito dirigido a Angela Merkel", "Mais de cinco pacotes suspeitos dirigidos a embaixadas na Grécia, entre elas a Portuguesa, a Sueca e a Russa".Fiquei admirada com a capacidade de imaginação do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5772940616700065653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5772940616700065653' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5772940616700065653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5772940616700065653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-terrorismo-vs-creatividade.html' title='O terrorismo Vs Creatividade'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6707062724778993683</id><published>2010-11-01T21:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:17:33.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria...</title><summary type='text'>  "Com fé nunca estamos sós." Maria Glória Rodrigues</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6707062724778993683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6707062724778993683' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6707062724778993683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6707062724778993683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/11/sabedoria.html' title='Sabedoria...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TM8uGvz29NI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OqmSa6I4WfI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3399386304695118375</id><published>2010-10-16T22:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:20:20.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistérios</title><summary type='text'>E vem o sol a cada dia, Iluminar o nosso rosto,Suscitar a alegria.Um sorriso desponta,Uma lágrima cai,Se a força é menor,Se a vontade não nos fizer favor. Segue o tempo,Sucedem-se vidas, momentos,Pessoas e acontecimentos.Depois chega o cansaço,As lições estudadas,As sabedorias recheadas.Com elas vem a lua,A paz, a calmaria,O medo toma conta,Enquanto repletaA mente se apresenta nua. E partimos,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3399386304695118375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3399386304695118375' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3399386304695118375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3399386304695118375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/10/misterios.html' title='Mistérios'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TLoWpJusVoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/61N9H00WuVA/s72-c/P6280459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1524767789028538612</id><published>2010-10-13T21:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:01:15.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma curta...</title><summary type='text'>... ideia.  Passa que passa,o ponteiro pequeno circula.Passa que passa,e com ele o grande avança.Passa que passa,o tempo mergulha,o tempo escassae perde-se,a vida some-se.Surge o negrume,malvindo como o ciúme.E no entanto, tudo passa.Porque é assim,tudo passa porque passa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1524767789028538612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1524767789028538612' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1524767789028538612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1524767789028538612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-curta.html' title='Uma curta...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8295072619812530315</id><published>2010-09-25T21:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:59:20.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Riqueza</title><summary type='text'>"Rico é aquele que necessita menos do dinheiro para ser feliz." Esta frase foi proferida por um excelentíssimo padre do Seminário Cristo Rei no decorrer da celebração de hoje e ao ouvi-la achei-a plena de conteúdo e de veracidade. Porque a riqueza não se prende aos bens materiais, nem sequer às moedas e notas, ao poder e à obessessão de alcançar o topo, nem ao controlo e ao domínio. A riqueza </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8295072619812530315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8295072619812530315' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8295072619812530315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8295072619812530315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/09/riqueza.html' title='Riqueza'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2980269549734428240</id><published>2010-09-15T21:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:36:22.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo caminho</title><summary type='text'> Raramente apresento por palavras objectivas o que sucede no meu quotidiano, mas numa altura fulcral como esta, não consigo deixar de expressar uma alegria minha.Para a semana já inicio o meu percurso universitário, um mundo novo, amplo, disposto a ser descoberto. E vou fazê-lo cumprindo um sonho meu, o de seguir enfermagem. As circunstâncias não podiam ser melhores :DE para lá vou caminhando ao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2980269549734428240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2980269549734428240' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2980269549734428240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2980269549734428240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-novo-caminho.html' title='Um novo caminho'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TJEp7IjnbxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/duR48WAvXeA/s72-c/picture056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-226985850668349947</id><published>2010-09-04T12:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:37:59.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada é impossivel</title><summary type='text'>Nada é impossível se acreditarmos com força.Se a fé nos fizer mover e com ela se moverem as montanhas.Nada é impossível se ao fecharmos os olhoso céu aparecer e os sonhos se tornarem realidade.Nada é impossível se por graça das nossas convicçõesnão desistirmos do que nos propomos alcançar.Nada é impossível se os sentimentos nos transcendem.Ou quando a razão se alia à emoção num equilibrio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/226985850668349947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=226985850668349947' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/226985850668349947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/226985850668349947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/09/nada-e-impossivel.html' title='Nada é impossivel'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TIIrEQ11Q_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/a2Rpe3E1o7Q/s72-c/CAG96JOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7221731155835695140</id><published>2010-08-29T22:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:24:48.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A prenda</title><summary type='text'>Principiava a tarde fresca e eu lia calmamente, como é próprio de mim, um livro de longas páginas. Lia e lia, tentando chegar ao fim daquela história original e impiedosa, com o objectivo de descobrir a questão que me assombava desde o primeiro desfolhar.Estava distraída pelo ar agradável daquele dia, pelo ambiente que me abraçava e me acolhia, quando ouço alguém a chegar. Consulto o relógio e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7221731155835695140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7221731155835695140' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7221731155835695140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7221731155835695140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/08/prenda.html' title='A prenda'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1553387453172875703</id><published>2010-08-16T21:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:52:08.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ó sino...</title><summary type='text'> Ó sino da minha aldeia,Dolente na tarde calma,Cada tua badaladaSoa dentro da minha alma.E é tão lento o teu soar,Tão como triste da vida,Que já a primeira pancadaTem o som de repetida.Por mais que me tanjas pertoQuando passo, sempre errante,És para mim como um sonho,Soas-me na alma distante.A cada pancada tua,Vibrante no céu aberto,Sinto mais longe o passado,Sinto a saudade mais perto. Fernando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1553387453172875703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1553387453172875703' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1553387453172875703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1553387453172875703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-sino.html' title='Ó sino...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TGmkvmM71EI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4KzEFd1Kqd0/s72-c/P8150067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7033687472434918009</id><published>2010-08-12T19:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:05:15.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O valor da amizade</title><summary type='text'>"As pessoas entram na nossa vida por acaso; mas não é por acaso que elas permanecem."(Alessandra Melo)P.S. - A todas as boas pessoas que preenchem a minha vida. Estou grata por acolhê-las no meu presente e quotidiano e ainda mais pela sua existência.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7033687472434918009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7033687472434918009' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7033687472434918009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7033687472434918009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-valor-da-amizade.html' title='O valor da amizade'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TGREdU5nfEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7z9wW1JDzNE/s72-c/amizade-libre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6919425843312808968</id><published>2010-07-28T21:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:45:41.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Existência</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;"De que adiantaria originar tudo isto para nada? Para desperdiçar as criações? Não… Tem de haver um motivo, uma causa e esse sentido consolida a existência. É esse sentido que me faz ter a certeza de que tenho um propósito, de que existo e que existo para algo. Se me sentes, também existes. "Da minha autoria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6919425843312808968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6919425843312808968' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6919425843312808968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6919425843312808968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/07/existencia.html' title='Existência'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-193153582883339086</id><published>2010-07-07T11:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:29:04.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me...</title><summary type='text'>Passa, respiraE aperta.Este tempo já não vira,Este tempo já não acerta.E enquanto canto esta liraMinha alma move-seInquieta.Vem, apanhaE leva contigoTudo o que se encontrar no caminho,Tudo o que vier de mansinho,Tudo o que em mim despertaE sobe devagarinho,Como o tecer da aranha,No meio desta saudadeTamanha.Passa, expiraE segue.Pega na minha mão,Sopra as palavras para dentro do coração.Não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/193153582883339086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=193153582883339086' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/193153582883339086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/193153582883339086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/07/leva-me.html' title='Leva-me...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3234997524434157812</id><published>2010-06-28T21:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:12:36.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pegadas na areia</title><summary type='text'>Uma noite eu tive um sonho...Sonhei que estava a andar napraia com o Senhor, e através doCéu, passavam cenas de minha vida.Para cada cena que passava, percebique eram deixados dois pares depegadas na areia; um era o meu e ooutro do Senhor.Quando a última cena da minha vidapassou diante de nós, olhei para trás,para as pegadas na areia, e notei quemuitas vezes no caminho da minha vidahavia apenas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3234997524434157812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3234997524434157812' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3234997524434157812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3234997524434157812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/06/pegadas-na-areia.html' title='Pegadas na areia'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TCkM1Xk3iSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ORfvqh-cc8Y/s72-c/P6280466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4565852814616606493</id><published>2010-06-18T23:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:37:46.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>José Saramago 1922-2010</title><summary type='text'> "... a morte vem antes da vida, morremos quem fomos, nasce quem somos, por isso é que não morremos de vez..." José Saramago, "Memorial do Convento"Em jeito de homenagem a este ousado e nobre homem que revolucionou e marcou profundamente a cultura portuguesa. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4565852814616606493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4565852814616606493' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4565852814616606493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4565852814616606493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/06/jose-saramago-1922-2010.html' title='José Saramago 1922-2010'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/TBv0wgxHj3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Xb1qpRgBoL4/s72-c/jose-saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7258786484003991442</id><published>2010-06-09T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:01:33.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poeta da simplicidade</title><summary type='text'>"Se, depois de eu morrer, quiserem escrever a minha biografia,Não há nada mais simples.Tem só duas datas - a da minha nascença e a da minha morte.Entre uma e outra coisa todos os dias são meus"Alberto Caeiro (Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7258786484003991442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7258786484003991442' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7258786484003991442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7258786484003991442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-poeta-da-simplicidade.html' title='O Poeta da simplicidade'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8530134548003696240</id><published>2010-06-03T00:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:44:44.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À espera...</title><summary type='text'>Caminho a passos largos para não me atrasar, pois há deveres a cumprir.Pé ante pé, lá chego. Respiro fundo, olho atentamente os horários, interiorizo as informações analisadas e encosto-me. Como é bom deixar o organismo repousar.Inclino a cabeça e deixo o sol banhar-me num dia extraordiariamente abafado, sem brisa que o sossegue.Sei que não tardará ele há-de chegar.Eu permaneço no mesmo local </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8530134548003696240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8530134548003696240' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8530134548003696240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8530134548003696240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/06/espera.html' title='À espera...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5800539418526700038</id><published>2010-05-21T21:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:18:47.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciência a abrir novos horizontes</title><summary type='text'>Através do alfabeto genético, composto pelas bases azotadas adenina, timina, guanina e citosina, em conjunto com outras substâncias químicas, uma equipa de cientistas liderada por J. Craig Venter conseguiu elaborar uma molécula de ADN artificial capaz de gerar uma forma de vida funcional, uma vez integrado no interior de uma célula.Até atingir esse revolucionário ponto, realizaram-se inúmeros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5800539418526700038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5800539418526700038' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5800539418526700038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5800539418526700038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/05/ciencia-abrir-novos-horizontes.html' title='Ciência a abrir novos horizontes'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/S_b4eA7LVJI/AAAAAAAAAco/wpETUPFZum8/s72-c/301127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5409837406868091222</id><published>2010-05-17T21:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:20:33.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O poder do inconformismo</title><summary type='text'>Estou e sou.Aprendo e compreendo.Mas não me quedo.Ergo-me, grito: Basta!Sou força em sociedade,Sou o motor da mudança.O motivo da revolução,A voz da esperança.Comigo cambiam as artes,Moldam-se os pensamentos,E jamais se manterão comigo,Os negros sentimentos.De inconformado me chamam,Tempestade me clamam,Abro os olhos e exponho,a verdade, o sonho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5409837406868091222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5409837406868091222' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5409837406868091222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5409837406868091222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-poder-do-inconformismo.html' title='O poder do inconformismo'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8040326597290025703</id><published>2010-04-27T21:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:05:43.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Língua gestual</title><summary type='text'>Existem muitas formas de comunicar com o outro.Palavras, sons, gestos...Dentro desse vasto conjunto existem as línguas que são aprendidas e adquiridas desde cedo por intervenção da sociedade.Mas ela não é perfeita, não dá a conhecer aos seus cidadãos todas as formas indispensáveis de comunicação linguística, excluindo, talvez propositadamente, alguns dos seus elementos que não conseguem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8040326597290025703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8040326597290025703' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8040326597290025703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8040326597290025703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/04/lingua-gestual.html' title='Língua gestual'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/S9dOPiLl2hI/AAAAAAAAAcg/f23BHKEdQho/s72-c/MOS%2520~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-2140046157397353288</id><published>2010-04-23T22:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:55:50.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um todo de nada</title><summary type='text'>Deixo aqui uma parte de mim.É a minha vontade de hoje.O meu ser engloba muitas e diversas componentes que vou descobrindo a cada passo.Sou feita de sonhos e de devaneios, de necessidades e de desejos, de optimismo e pessimismo unidos numa constante complementaridade.Sou feita de loucas inocências e até faço birras quando a responsabilidade me chama, porque não me deixa ser a eterna criança que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/2140046157397353288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=2140046157397353288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2140046157397353288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/2140046157397353288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-todo-de-nada.html' title='Um todo de nada'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4791568090748225096</id><published>2010-04-08T19:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:45:49.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O sapo e o princípe</title><summary type='text'>Muitos são os contos de fadas em que o beijo, contendo toda a emoção e paixão, serve de chave para quebrar o feitiço que amaldiçoava o princípe em corpo de sapo. E ao toque, esse batráqueo metamorfoseia-se e transforma-se num belo ser humano do sexo masculino. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Ilusório, utópico, fantástico, como quase todos os produtos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4791568090748225096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4791568090748225096' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4791568090748225096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4791568090748225096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-sapo-e-o-principe.html' title='O sapo e o princípe'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/S74kCywgOqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Azj46cD7KZ8/s72-c/A%2520Princesa%2520e%2520o%2520Sapo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-5537143950164740914</id><published>2010-03-20T21:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:37:13.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Limpar Portugal</title><summary type='text'>No dia de hoje movimentaram-se esforços e vontades pelo bem da floresta e das populações.Mais de cem mil voluntários recolheram lixo e eliminaram algumas lixeiras improvisadas por Portugal fora, transformando e embelezando o que é nosso.Graças a esta iniciativa aglutinaram-se mais de 70 mil toneladas de detritos, algo que se pode considerar como sendo significativo.Como o resultado foi um sucesso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/5537143950164740914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=5537143950164740914' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5537143950164740914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/5537143950164740914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/03/limpar-portugal.html' title='Limpar Portugal'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/S6U5K_s0CjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3Yf2SGNfe6k/s72-c/Limpar%2520Portugal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7406317470385529333</id><published>2010-03-08T22:43:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:28:57.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Mulher!</title><summary type='text'>Para as mulheres há, sem dúvida,grandes dificuldades no caminho,mas muito mais para vencer.Primeiro, nenhuma mulher deve dizer: "Sou apenas uma mulher!"Apenas uma mulher! Que mais podemos querer ser?Maria Mitchell-Dedicado a todas as mulheres do mundo, as que o são, as que o foram e as que ainda estão para ser. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7406317470385529333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7406317470385529333' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7406317470385529333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7406317470385529333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/03/sou-mulher.html' title='Sou Mulher!'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1131261620539416652</id><published>2010-03-02T15:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:28:45.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Expressões de vida</title><summary type='text'>"Quando eu ouço alguém suspirar, "A vida é dura", eu sempre sou tentado a perguntar, "Comparado a que?" (Sydney J. Harris)&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;"Não acrescente dias a sua vida, mas vida aos seus dias." (Harry Benjamin)"Não há cura para o nascimento e a morte, a não ser usufruir o intervalo." (George Santayana)"A vida revela-se ao mundo como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1131261620539416652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1131261620539416652' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1131261620539416652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1131261620539416652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/03/expressoes-de-vida.html' title='Expressões de vida'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-7875514257261100176</id><published>2010-02-13T21:47:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:30:17.101Z</updated><title type='text'>O que é o amor?</title><summary type='text'> "O amor reside dentro de cada pessoa e não fora dela. E quem não o descobrir está perdido.""O amor é a água do coração."Margarida Rebelo PintoNeste dia de S. Valentim, exaltam-se os sentimentos e consideram-se as ligações, no entanto, mais que tudo isso, oferecem-se objectos. Mais uma vez, esquecem-se os princípios e os motivos pelos quais se celebra a data e exagera-se no consumismo, mas isso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/7875514257261100176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=7875514257261100176' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7875514257261100176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/7875514257261100176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-e-o-amor.html' title='O que é o amor?'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/S3cjlDGVbCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/T2TgE8Wj39w/s72-c/Digitalizar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-4058701816293397893</id><published>2010-01-31T15:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:10:36.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee - Imagine</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Um vídeo verdadeiramente inspirador em que a inesquecível música de John Lennon é cantada pelos actores de Glee, mas sentida na língua gestual inglesa. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/4058701816293397893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=4058701816293397893' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4058701816293397893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/4058701816293397893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/01/glee-imagine.html' title='Glee - Imagine'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-1266790649742624105</id><published>2010-01-30T20:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:30:52.214Z</updated><title type='text'>Concentração de noivas</title><summary type='text'>Neste dia a Invicta fica marcada por uma concentração de noivas, no âmbito do projecto da fotógrafa Marta Ferreira ( http://www.mfotografia.com/) . Mas a verdade é que nem todas elas celebrariam o matrimónio em breve, muitas eram solteiras e outras viúvas, no entanto, todas elas pretendiam ou pretendem alcançar um objectivo, o de agarrar a felicidade por meio do amor.E questiono-me. Qual o papel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/1266790649742624105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=1266790649742624105' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1266790649742624105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/1266790649742624105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/01/concentracao-de-noivas.html' title='Concentração de noivas'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6623144931317387389</id><published>2010-01-27T18:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:08:15.539Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem interferências...</title><summary type='text'>Como seria o mundo de hoje se o Homem não manipulasse as espécies, contrariasse a vida e a morte, se tudo ocorresse de um modo completamente natural? Estaríamos aqui ainda? Seríamos outrem? Ou tudo se igualava ao que existe presentemente?Uma mera questão que apareceu em meu pensamento e à qual pode (m) comentar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6623144931317387389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6623144931317387389' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6623144931317387389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6623144931317387389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/01/sem-interferencias.html' title='Sem interferências...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3927518026526415773</id><published>2010-01-23T22:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:33:34.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Milagres</title><summary type='text'>Será que existem milagres?Serão esses simples fenómenos da ciência? Ou factos inexplicáveis?O que é facto é que, tendo em conta a situação actual do Haiti, têm surgido inúmeros casos de pessoas que sobreviveram face às probabilidades que contrariam essas hipóteses. E a ciência não consegue explicar o ocorrido. -Sem comer, o corpo consegue aguentar muito mais que uma dezena de dias, desgastando as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3927518026526415773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3927518026526415773' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3927518026526415773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3927518026526415773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/01/milagres.html' title='Milagres'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/S1uChCWMrpI/AAAAAAAAAak/X6PuUrs55bo/s72-c/leogane-haiti-pic-dm-ian-vogler-745564000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-8476814745121935259</id><published>2010-01-13T19:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:35:24.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Sincera(mente)</title><summary type='text'>Numa explicação algo filosófica, descobri a origem dessa palavra, a que dá origem a sinceridade, insinceridade, sinceramente e outras, a palavra "Sincera".Em tempos, as estátuas degradavam-se e para remediar os estragos, colocavam cera nas fendas e noutros locais onde fosse preciso. Assim, modificavam-se as estátuas, tornando-se essas diferentes do que o que já haviam sido, do seu modelo original</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/8476814745121935259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=8476814745121935259' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8476814745121935259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/8476814745121935259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2010/01/sinceramente.html' title='Sincera(mente)'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-6685771295736178188</id><published>2009-12-27T15:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:55:08.942Z</updated><title type='text'>Potencialidades que escapam...</title><summary type='text'>"A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade. A dor é inevitável. O sofrimento é opcional."Carlos Drummond de Andrade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/6685771295736178188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=6685771295736178188' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6685771295736178188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/6685771295736178188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2009/12/potencialidades-que-escapam.html' title='Potencialidades que escapam...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/SzeDCafBXXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PfE7uoWuw0E/s72-c/3094liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905412733357743581.post-3448675301446900096</id><published>2009-12-24T18:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:34:14.317Z</updated><title type='text'>É Natal, é Natal...</title><summary type='text'> Desejo a todos os visitantes deste meu espaço um felicíssimo Natal, repleto de alegria e celebrado em paz e harmonia com os mais próximos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/feeds/3448675301446900096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905412733357743581&amp;postID=3448675301446900096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3448675301446900096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905412733357743581/posts/default/3448675301446900096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdn008.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-natal-e-natal.html' title='É Natal, é Natal...'/><author><name>Sara S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10400335850777279687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEeMdYMueyE/Twek2BeUq9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JpPP6x8iNHE/s220/Tao-longe-e-tao-perto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk_pOl4rD8o/SzOvM7L0dAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gztWwkJGhgI/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
