<?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-4186937905346593113</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:22:03.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zé Das Cabras</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-1010939735687995668</id><published>2011-01-27T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T04:55:04.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa rede...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPiZoND209U&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" scale="scale"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacobrigenses, juntemo-nos com quem conosco se parece.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Todos sabemos o papel fundamental das redes sociais como o Facebook e twitter,  é preciso que nos juntemos,  nessa discussão de novas plataformas, para um futuro melhor para Lagos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-1010939735687995668?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1010939735687995668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=1010939735687995668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1010939735687995668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1010939735687995668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2011/01/essa-rede.html' title='Essa rede...'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2793150137448613312</id><published>2011-01-21T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:22:09.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Façam a escolha certa, votando em Fernando Nobre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badongo.com/t/800/8844988"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 658px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.badongo.com/t/800/8844988" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Nobre de nome, Nobre na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fernando Nobre um médico do Mundo, um presidente para Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ler mais aqui:&lt;a href="http://www.ccpm.pt/f_nobre.htm"&gt;Fernando Nobre é o rosto... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;«Sinto que o país atravessa um período em que constantemente se põem em causa os valores e as pessoas, as promessas e os projectos»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero que os portugueses façam a escolha certa das suas vidas votando em Fernando Nobre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-2793150137448613312?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2793150137448613312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=2793150137448613312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2793150137448613312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2793150137448613312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2011/01/facam-escolha-certa-votando-em-fernando.html' title='Façam a escolha certa, votando em Fernando Nobre.'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2541430726618513307</id><published>2011-01-21T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:24:24.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candidato independente apartidário.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badongo.com/t/800/8844988"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 658px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.badongo.com/t/800/8844988" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Nobre de nome, Nobre na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fernando Nobre um médico do Mundo, um presidente para Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ler mais aqui:&lt;a href="http://www.ccpm.pt/f_nobre.htm"&gt;Fernando Nobre é o rosto... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;«Sinto que o país atravessa um período em que constantemente se põem em causa os valores e as pessoas, as promessas e os projectos»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero que os portugueses façam a escolha certa das suas vidas votando em Fernando Nobre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-2541430726618513307?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2541430726618513307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=2541430726618513307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2541430726618513307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2541430726618513307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/temos-presidente.html' title='Candidato independente apartidário.'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-6709345613129397312</id><published>2010-09-15T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:45:01.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Navio de Espelhos - Francisco Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbT8l8YyORo?fs&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scale="scale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(OS POETAS - O Navio de Espelhos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One record project from Francisco Ribeiro, Gabriel Gomes and Rodrigo Leão (all of them exited Madredeus a couple of years earlier). Poem and voice by portuguese painter/poet Mario Cesariny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Francisco Ribeiro, fundador dos Madredeus,  deixou-nos. No mundo da música portuguesa fica um grande vazio. Viveu o período de maior fulgor dos Madredeus, participou como instrumentista e compositor nos álbuns “Os Dias da Madredeus”, “Existir”, “O Espírito da Paz” e “Ainda”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É uma grande perda para a cultura músical, o desaparecimento do Francisco, paz a sua alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-6709345613129397312?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6709345613129397312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=6709345613129397312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6709345613129397312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6709345613129397312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-navio-de-espelhos-francisco-ribeiro.html' title='O Navio de Espelhos - Francisco Ribeiro'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-1588420922508675071</id><published>2010-07-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:33:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>António Jorge Peres Feio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnJRRibuExs&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scale="scale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A sua humildade, a sua simplicidade e a sua capacidade de comunicação faziam dele uma pessoa muito próxima de todos nós”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gabriela Canavilhas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-1588420922508675071?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1588420922508675071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=1588420922508675071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1588420922508675071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1588420922508675071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/07/antonio-jorge-peres-feio.html' title='António Jorge Peres Feio'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-8481723740373754141</id><published>2010-07-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:05:12.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo fim das touradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PhFkgNXvs8&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" scale="scale"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-8481723740373754141?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8481723740373754141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=8481723740373754141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8481723740373754141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8481723740373754141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/07/pelo-fim-das-touradas.html' title='Pelo fim das touradas'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-237892627040540767</id><published>2010-06-30T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:19:15.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fama e dinheiro não compra "classe".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ax6qPBfOSDc&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" scale="scale"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro e fama reúnem-se numa pessoa só, Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro. Talvez o cuspir faça parte de seu verdadeiro carácter e espírito de sacrificio.&lt;br /&gt;O capitão da Selecção Nacional, Cristiano Ronaldo, decidiu entregar o prémio a todos nós que o apoiávamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-237892627040540767?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/237892627040540767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=237892627040540767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/237892627040540767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/237892627040540767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/06/fama-e-dinheiro-nao-compra-classe.html' title='Fama e dinheiro não compra &quot;classe&quot;.'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-8405744693205651829</id><published>2010-06-18T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:31:19.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No dia seguinte ninguém morreu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MNavjsXc12c&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scale="scale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“De Deus e da morte não se tem contado senão histórias, e esta é mais uma delas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A morte voltou para a cama, abraçou-se ao homem e, sem compreender o que lhe estava a suceder, ela que nunca dormia, sentiu que o sono lhe fazia descair suavemente as pálpebras. No dia seguinte ninguém morreu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Intermitências da Morte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; José Saramago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-8405744693205651829?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8405744693205651829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=8405744693205651829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8405744693205651829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8405744693205651829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-dia-seguinte-ninguem-morreu.html' title='&quot;No dia seguinte ninguém morreu&quot;'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-4551206195844370068</id><published>2010-04-09T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:31:49.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA que é o mesmo em Portugal e no Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align='center' id='Utubediv' style='width:100%;height:218px;overflow:hidden;'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/G-SHAak_stc&amp;autoplay=' width='295px' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' height='247px;' scale='scale' wmode='transparent'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...se todos fossem iguais a vc, (Cidinha Campos) que maravilha viver"!&lt;br /&gt;Trazer a público o que todos sabem, mas fingem não saber...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tirar as﻿ palavras engasgadas em nossas gargantas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-4551206195844370068?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4551206195844370068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=4551206195844370068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4551206195844370068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4551206195844370068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/dna-que-e-o-mesmo-em-portugal-e-no.html' title='DNA que é o mesmo em Portugal e no Brasil'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-3662060383034430857</id><published>2010-04-01T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:56:50.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>António Mexia, e mexe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S7USg6BfuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3xjJtUzg9qE/s1600/zz1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S7USg6BfuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3xjJtUzg9qE/s320/zz1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455286880169867570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um país onde as desigualdades salariais, das mais elevadas do mundo desenvolvido, não param de crescer, é dificil encontrar a cura para a miséria que o asfixia,e terminar toda esta ganância e luxúria de alguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“De acordo com informação enviada pela empresa à Comissão do Mercado de Valores Mobiliários, António Mexia recebeu em 2009 700 mil euros em salários fixos e 600 mil euros em remuneração variável (que varia segundo objectivos atingidos).&lt;br /&gt;A estes valores junta-se um prémio plurianual de mandato de 1,8 milhões de euros, que entra nas contas de 2009 e que corresponde a 600 mil euros por cada um dos três anos.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, o CEO da eléctrica portuguesa irá receber este ano um total de 3,1 milhões de euros, quando a assembleia geral de accionistas, marcada para 16 de Abril, aprovar as contas de 2009.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que ganham menos, a solução do partido do governo é a PEC, que significa,a redução do direito ao subsídio de desemprego; Os cortes no rendimento social de inserção; ; O congelamento dos salários da Função Pública; A criação do novo escalão de IRS de 45%; A redução das deduções em saúde e educação; O adiamento de algumas obras públicas(mais desemprego). As privatizações, incluindo os CTT, a REN, a EDP e os seguros da CGD, que significa mais despedimentos em massa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-3662060383034430857?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3662060383034430857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=3662060383034430857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/3662060383034430857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/3662060383034430857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/antonio-mexia-e-mexe.html' title='António Mexia, e mexe...'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S7USg6BfuTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3xjJtUzg9qE/s72-c/zz1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-5600340126422859761</id><published>2010-03-25T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:47:38.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush limpa as mãos à camisa de Bill Clinton depois de apertar a mão a um haitiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqqUEf9alsw&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scale="scale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ex-presidente dos Estados Unidos, George W. Bush, cometeu mais uma gafe, ao visitar o Haiti, na companhia do também ex-presidente Bill Clinton. O caso ocorreu enquanto os dois passavam por populares. Logo após cumprimentar um haitiano, Bush disfarçadamente limpa a mão na camisa de Clinton. O episódio foi registrado pela câmera da rede de televisão BBC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-5600340126422859761?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5600340126422859761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=5600340126422859761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5600340126422859761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5600340126422859761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/bush-limpa-as-maos-camisa-de-bill.html' title='Bush limpa as mãos à camisa de Bill Clinton depois de apertar a mão a um haitiano'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-1738447591419755093</id><published>2010-03-20T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:59:45.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sessão de Circo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5bj0y5QTks&amp;amp;hl&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" scale="scale"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaime Gama recusa dar a palavra ao Secretário de Estado da Educação, João Torcato da Mata, na Assembleia da República, por este não ter usado a forma regimental correcta para se dirigir ao plenário.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como já vem sendo hábito, o nosso parlamento é um espectáculo degradante, com situações ridículas e depoimentos completamente irresponsáveis por excelência.&lt;br /&gt;Será que esta diversão é para esquecer a crise?&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, até fomos nós que os lá pusemos. Não temos nada que nos queixar, pagamos a estes senhores para se divertirem à custa da miséria do cidadão comum, que se debate com as ferozes medidas de austeridade do Orçamento do Estado para 2010 + PEC, num apertar do cinto até à estrangulação.&lt;br /&gt;Ė o que temos, este País não tem solução com o quadro parlamentar actual, talvez , nem valha a pena derrubar o Governo para substituir o PS pelo PSD, seria trocar um mal por outro de igual dimensão ou pior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estamos tramados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-1738447591419755093?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1738447591419755093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=1738447591419755093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1738447591419755093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1738447591419755093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/sessao-de-circo.html' title='Sessão de Circo!'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2235325673454485565</id><published>2010-03-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:21:10.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estão de partida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dc133.file.qip.ru/img/123058771/ba08ad60/706ccd9cPhotopodborka_120.jpg?sizeM=7"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 513px;" src="http://dc133.file.qip.ru/img/123058771/ba08ad60/706ccd9cPhotopodborka_120.jpg?sizeM=7" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 561.000 desempregados,1.000 por mês, é obra, é esta multidão fragilizada que alimenta este poder e esta politica de lobbyng, num país de corporações, e previlégios.&lt;br /&gt;Um governo á deriva, estão quase de partida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-2235325673454485565?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2235325673454485565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=2235325673454485565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2235325673454485565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2235325673454485565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/estao-de-partida.html' title='Estão de partida...'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-5701840616625191597</id><published>2010-03-15T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:09:28.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Missão: Impossível”  Peter Graves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S559jRoFSUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tXJI989Lyc8/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzpeter_graves_phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S559jRoFSUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tXJI989Lyc8/s200/zzzzzzzzzpeter_graves_phelps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448930644145293634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O actor norte-americano Peter Graves, que se tornou famoso pelo papel de Jim Phelps na série televisiva "Missão Impossível", morreu ontem, domingo, aos 83 anos.Peter Graves foi galardoado com um Globo de Ouro em 1971 pelo seu papel em "Missão Impossível" e recebeu a sua estrela na Hollywood Boulevard em Outubro passado.&lt;br /&gt; Esta série televisiva, marcou minha juventude, adorava a Missão Impossível, a música essa, era excitante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align='center' id='Utubediv' style='width:100%;height:218px;overflow:hidden;'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/pFGjKBW7cHQ&amp;autoplay=1' width='295px' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' height='247px;' scale='scale' wmode='transparent'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-5701840616625191597?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5701840616625191597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=5701840616625191597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5701840616625191597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5701840616625191597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/missao-impossivel-peter-graves.html' title='“Missão: Impossível”  Peter Graves'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S559jRoFSUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tXJI989Lyc8/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzpeter_graves_phelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-4405161023183380003</id><published>2010-03-14T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:39:03.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align='center' id='Utubediv' style='width:100%;height:218px;overflow:hidden;'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/iu-rLA4POkI&amp;hl&amp;autoplay=1' width='295px' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' height='247px;' scale='scale' wmode='transparent'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-4405161023183380003?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4405161023183380003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=4405161023183380003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4405161023183380003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4405161023183380003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-1280475873320415834</id><published>2010-03-09T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:03:41.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um bom exemplo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.badongo.com/t/800/8991588"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 534px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.badongo.com/t/800/8991588" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É muito melhor viver sem felicidade do que sem amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-1280475873320415834?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1280475873320415834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=1280475873320415834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1280475873320415834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1280475873320415834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-bom-exemplo.html' title='Um bom exemplo!'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-5696313888415063252</id><published>2010-03-04T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:12:23.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gente Importante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/12/27/2704923/prazdnik_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/12/27/2704923/prazdnik_31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH3GSrCmzC8&amp;amp;hl&amp;amp;autoplay="&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH3GSrCmzC8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;autoplay=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Evans - Waltz For Debby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-5696313888415063252?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5696313888415063252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=5696313888415063252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5696313888415063252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5696313888415063252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/gente-importante.html' title='Gente Importante'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-3958067487476699783</id><published>2010-02-28T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T06:34:53.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os chicos espertos de Lagos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:KyQIP1ZyW-AviM:http://sites.google.com/site/espadagallery/AntonioAleixo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:KyQIP1ZyW-AviM:http://sites.google.com/site/espadagallery/AntonioAleixo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aqui nas nossas vizinhanças, muitos são, os chicos espertos da fotografia ou da literatura. Ainda bem que esta cambada de otários, não existiu no tempo do António Aleixo, senão a cultura popular não tinha razão de existir. Será Inveja? egoísmo disfarçado? egoísmo não é viver à nossa maneira, mas desejar que os outros vivam como nós queremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma coisa é achar que se está no caminho certo, outra é achar que seu caminho é o único!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou testar os chicos espertos de Lagos. Vamos a ver se percebem, ou se precisam a ajuda humilde de um catedrático da vida. Daqueles que não sabem ler nem escrever, mas que conseguem interpretar as coisas da vida, com mais facilidade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 testo&lt;/span&gt; - Leia isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;UM D14 D3 V3R40, 3574V4 N4 PR414, 0853RV4ND0 DU45 CR14NC45 8R1NC4ND0 N4 4R314. 3L45 7R484LH4V4M MU170 C0N57RU1ND0 UM C4573L0 D3 4R314, C0M 70RR35, P4554R3L45 3 P4554G3NS 1N73RN45. QU4ND0 3575V4M QU453 4C484ND0, V310 UM4 0ND4 3 D357RU1U 7UD0, R3DU21ND0 0 C4573L0 4 UM M0N73 D3 4R314 3 35PUM4.. 4CH31 QU3, D3P015 D3 74N70 35F0RC0 3 CU1D4D0, 45 CR14NC45 C41R14M N0 CH0R0, C0RR3R4M P3L4 PR414, FUG1ND0 D4 4GU4, R1ND0 D3 M405 D4D45 3 C0M3C4R4M 4 C0N57RU1R 0U7R0 C4573L0. C0MPR33ND1 QU3 H4V14 4PR3ND1D0 UM4 GR4ND3 L1C40; G4574M05 MU170 73MP0 D4 N0554 V1D4 C0N57RU1ND0 4LGUM4 C0154 3 M415 C3D0 0U M415 74RD3, UM4 0ND4 P0D3R4 V1R 3 D357RU1R 7UD0 0 QU3 L3V4M05 74N70 73MP0 P4R4 C0N57RU1R. M45 QU4ND0 1550 4C0N73C3R 50M3N73 4QU3L3 QU3 73M 45 M405 D3 4LGU3M P4R4 53GUR4R, 53R4 C4P42 D3 50RR1R!! S0 0 QU3 P3RM4N3C3 3 4 4M124D3, 0 4M0R 3 C4R1NH0. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 testo&lt;/span&gt; - Consegue interpretar isto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a mentira ser segura&lt;br /&gt;E atingir profundidade,&lt;br /&gt;Tem que trazer à mistura&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que queres ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que julgas valer&lt;br /&gt;Não perdoas que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que tu queres ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora os meus olhos sejam&lt;br /&gt;Os mais pequenos do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é que eles vejam&lt;br /&gt;O que os homens são no fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que vives na grandeza,&lt;br /&gt;Se calçasses e vestisses&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que produzisses,&lt;br /&gt;Andavas nu, com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço às altas competências&lt;br /&gt;Perdão, porque mal sei ler,&lt;br /&gt;Para aquelas deficiências&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus versos possam ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho vistas largas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem grande sabedoria,&lt;br /&gt;Mas dão-me as horas amargas&lt;br /&gt;Lições de filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mosca sem valor&lt;br /&gt;Poisa, com a mesma alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Na careca de um doutor&lt;br /&gt;Como em qualquer porcaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerado um dos poetas populares algarvios de maior relevo, famoso pela sua ironia e pela crítica social sempre presente nos seus versos, António Aleixo também é recordado por ter sido simples, humilde e semi-analfabeto, e ainda assim ter deixado como legado uma obra poética singular no panorama literário português da primeira metade do século XX.&lt;br /&gt;No emaranhado de uma vida recheada de pobreza, mudanças de emprego, emigração, tragédias familiares e doenças, na sua figura de homem humilde e simples, havia o perfil de uma personalidade rica, vincada e conhecedora das diversas realidades da cultura e sociedade do seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certas virtudes que se foram extinguindo neste mundo de miséria moral, de incompetentes, ladrões, aduladores e de “doutores analfabetos”.&lt;br /&gt;Aleixo não foi doutor, não foi analfabeto, mas foi um catedrático da Vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma melhor interpretação António Aleixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/aaleixo.htm"&gt;http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/aaleixo.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes de começar a criticar os defeitos dos outros, lembre-se dos seus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-3958067487476699783?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3958067487476699783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=3958067487476699783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/3958067487476699783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/3958067487476699783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-chicos-espertos-de-lagos.html' title='Os chicos espertos de Lagos!'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-7488705870111578900</id><published>2010-01-04T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:43:49.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lhasa de Sela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S0I-CiWCMZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I9Am216f1As/s1600-h/xxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422965114607382930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S0I-CiWCMZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I9Am216f1As/s320/xxxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lhasa de Sela era a voz irrepetível que não tinha fronteiras.&lt;br /&gt;Na infância viajava na companhia dos pais, entre os EUA e o México, ficou-lhe o gosto pela liberdade, bem como pela música francesa e italiana. Chamavam-lhe a cantora nómada por causa da sua infância, o pai mexicano, a mãe americana, também artistas, viviam numa carrinha de escola transformada numa espécie de caravana. Encorajada pelos pais, cantava e improvisava pequenas peças de teatro,&lt;br /&gt;nunca frequentou a escola, foi a mãe que se encarregou da sua formação. O comunicado final no site da cantora diz que ela «cresceu num mundo virado para a descoberta artística, longe da cultura convencional.»&lt;br /&gt;Dificil definir esta cantora nascida nos EUA, que cantava em espanhol, assombrada pelos blues, pelas músicas ciganas, pelos ritmos sul-americanos, pelo cabaret pelo country,&lt;br /&gt;compararavam-na a Billie Holiday, Chavela Vargas, Tom Waits, Jacques Brel, mas Lhasa de Sela era única e ficará na lembrança de cada um de nós, jamais a esqueceremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOLg_XY2cWA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay ="&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOLg_XY2cWA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-7488705870111578900?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7488705870111578900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=7488705870111578900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7488705870111578900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7488705870111578900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2010/01/lhasa-de-sela.html' title='Lhasa de Sela'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/S0I-CiWCMZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I9Am216f1As/s72-c/xxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-7717576463853178344</id><published>2009-12-13T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:13:18.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A destruição do planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="505" width="853"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVGGgncVq-4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVGGgncVq-4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filme para apelar à mudança de consciências, de forma a estar-se atento às questões ambientais e agir contra a destruição do planeta. Este filme foi mostrado aos lideres mundiais na conferência do clima de Copenhaga. Será que servirá para criar um acordo justo em defesa do nosso planeta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-7717576463853178344?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7717576463853178344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=7717576463853178344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7717576463853178344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7717576463853178344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/12/destruicao-do-planeta.html' title='A destruição do planeta'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-7622685902629217869</id><published>2009-10-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:40:40.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem tem medo daquilo que desconhece</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="853"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1dxNsjYeIs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=0;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1dxNsjYeIs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=0;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="653" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Medo de perder é a obsessão do primeiro lugar, é querer ser sempre o primeiro em todos os lugares, em casa, no emprego, com os amigos. O primeiro lugar é amarelante, deteriorante, pois quando alguém chega ao cume da montanha só lhe resta descer. O segundo lugar é verdejante, esperançoso ainda tem aonde ir, para onde crescer. A postura do segundo lugar nos leva ao crescimento contínuo por que você se sente em segundo lugar mesmo que estivesse ocupando socialmente o primeiro lugar, não em relação ao outro mas a você mesmo, ou seja ainda teremos por onde crescer e melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe porque o mar é tão grande, tão imenso, tão poderoso? É porque teve a humildade de se colocar apenas a alguns centímetros abaixo de todos os rios do mundo, sabendo receber tornou-se grande. Se quisesse ser o primeiro, alguns centímetros acima de todos os rios, não seria o mar, seria uma ilha e toda sua água iria para os outros, e ele estaria isolado. É impossível vivermos satisfatoriamente se não aceitarmos a queda, a perda, a morte. Precisamos aprender a perder, a cair, a errar e a morrer. Em outras palavras, se temos medo de cair, andar seria muito doloroso. Se temos medo da morte a vida é muito ruim. Se temos medo da perda, o ganho nos enche de preocupações. Esta é a figura do fracassado, dentro do sucesso. Pessoas quanto mais ganham, quanto mais melhoram na vida mais sofrem. Para a pessoa que tem medo de ficar pobre, quanto mais dinheiro tem, mais preocupada fica. Quanto mais sobe na escala social, mais desgraçada é a sua vida. Em compensação se você aprende a cair, a errar, a perder ninguém o controla mais. Pois o máximo que pode acontecer a você é cair, errar, perder, e isso você já sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem aventurado aquele que já consegue receber com a mesma naturalidade, o ganho, a perda, o acerto, o erro, o triunfo, a queda, a vida e a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-7622685902629217869?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7622685902629217869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=7622685902629217869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7622685902629217869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7622685902629217869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-homem-tem-medo-daquilo-que-desconhece.html' title='O homem tem medo daquilo que desconhece'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-6562871767709397961</id><published>2009-10-11T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:14:29.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Que Voz (Amália)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBo6TuUoz7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBo6TuUoz7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Com Que Voz" o melhor de Amália, poema do grande poeta Luís Vaz de Camões.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Saudade pode ser dita em qualquer língua. Não consegue é ser expressa com a mesma intensidade com que se diz em português. Em nenhuma outra língua alguém “está com saudade de” alguém. Esta construção, sim, é que nos é orgulhosamente própria, em outras línguas, "estar com saudade" não vai além de sentir uma tristeza, uma sensação de perda, de ausência, de falta, um desejo frustrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nós portugueses, somos especialistas em Saudade. A nós, ninguém a ensina, Saudade não se aprende, canta-se. E para cantar é preciso sofrer, quando se canta “a dôr ferina nos ensina a sorrir e amar”. “Só na dôr se aprende a crer e amar” . Na pedagogia da dôr, crer e sorrir são momentos da mesma essência: nada mais próprio da verdadeira crença do que a pureza do riso. E só se sofre de ausência, mãe da dôr e da Saudade, mãe de tudo e de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O fado representa a identidade do povo português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-6562871767709397961?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6562871767709397961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=6562871767709397961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6562871767709397961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6562871767709397961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/10/com-que-voz-amalia.html' title='Com Que Voz (Amália)'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-6347901488320110035</id><published>2009-10-09T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:56:24.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel Prize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://inlinethumb62.webshots.com/34365/2890178970101786204S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://inlinethumb62.webshots.com/34365/2890178970101786204S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, porquê? porque eu não ganhei. O que fez ele, para merecer o prêmio Nobel da Paz?&lt;br /&gt;Não me surpreenderá, se o Obama, ganhar umas quantas medalhas de ouro nos  Jogos Olímpicos de 2012 em Londres. Espera lá, hoje não é 1º de Abril?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-6347901488320110035?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6347901488320110035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=6347901488320110035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6347901488320110035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6347901488320110035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobel-prize.html' title='Nobel Prize'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-7506548457974896114</id><published>2009-10-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:49:34.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto a natureza é divina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inlinethumb04.webshots.com/33987/1315200867029926039S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://inlinethumb04.webshots.com/33987/1315200867029926039S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Pirâmides, esculpidas pela natureza. Estes rochedos, talvez sejam uma das 700000 maravilhas das quais os historiadores menos conhecem, e ainda possuem milhares de dúvidas. Este monumento foi construido milhares de anos antes de Cristo, ao contrário de todos os outros monumentos, este nunca foi destruído por terremotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-7506548457974896114?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7506548457974896114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=7506548457974896114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7506548457974896114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7506548457974896114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/10/quanto-natureza-e-divina.html' title='Quanto a natureza é divina...'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-363547636856016010</id><published>2009-10-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:45:46.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUiSjSqhpFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUiSjSqhpFA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro é a cidade anfitriã dos Jogos Olímpicos de 2016, parabéns por esta vitória da América Latina, o povo do Brasil realmente merece estas olimpíadas.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, cidade maravilhosa, descoberta pelo explorador português, Gaspar Lemos,em 1º de Janeiro de 1502. Embora se afirme, que o nome Rio de Janeiro tenha sido escolhido em virtude de os portugueses acreditarem tratar-se a baía da foz de um rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-363547636856016010?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/363547636856016010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=363547636856016010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/363547636856016010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/363547636856016010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/10/parabens-brasil.html' title='Parabéns Brasil'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-5066892289075976506</id><published>2009-09-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:57:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando os Sonhos se Tornam Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ubKt--ud34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" scale="scale" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Só aqueles que têm paciência para fazer coisas simples com perfeição é que irão adquirir habilidade para fazer coisas difíceis com facilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Johann Christoph Von Schiller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;De facto é uma grande verdade, grande licção de vida, para aprender, se tivermos em conta que , há apenas duas épocas na vida, nas quais a verdade dos sonhos, se revela útil para nós: na juventude, para nos instruir; e na velhice, para nos consolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-5066892289075976506?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5066892289075976506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=5066892289075976506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5066892289075976506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5066892289075976506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-os-sonhos-se-tornam-realidade.html' title='Quando os Sonhos se Tornam Realidade'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2665755200263511946</id><published>2009-08-23T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:24:01.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MTA*NDQ5NzU5MyZwdD*xMjUxMDQ*Njk2NjI1JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*wNzNlNTY3NjZjYjE*NDAxOTk2MTRjZGZiNDU3OGE2ZSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s171.photobucket.com/albums/u287/luisabca/?action=view&amp;current=1B-Baixa5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u287/luisabca/1B-Baixa5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Baixa5a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-2665755200263511946?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2665755200263511946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=2665755200263511946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2665755200263511946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2665755200263511946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/08/baixa5a.html' title=''/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2885218521487559026</id><published>2009-08-11T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:14:53.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Portugal! Viva a Monarquia! Viva o Rei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Utubediv" style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 100%; HEIGHT: 218px" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyNMQ_fWre4&amp;amp;hl=" width="295" height="247" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" scale="scale" fs="1&amp;amp;hl="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Até que ponto o povo português quer a república ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Será a Monarquia em Portugal uma ficção? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monarquia não é coisa do passado, pelo contrário, talvez seja o futuro, a Monarquia está muito mais próxima de resolver os problemas de Portugal do que a República.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-2885218521487559026?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2885218521487559026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=2885218521487559026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2885218521487559026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2885218521487559026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/08/viva-portugal-viva-monarquia-viva-o-rei.html' title='Viva Portugal! 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Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu-rLA4POkI&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu-rLA4POkI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Musica:Smile&lt;br /&gt;Artista: Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile with your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just&lt;br /&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-4063829480617913176?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4063829480617913176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=4063829480617913176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4063829480617913176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4063829480617913176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-without-laugh-is-wasted-day-charles.html' title='&quot;A day without a laugh is a wasted day.&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkawZDlY59I/AAAAAAAAAGk/OfEhlG0WLuE/s400/miiiii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adeus Michael, e obrigado por todos estes anos de boas memórias, tantas boas memórias me trazem as tuas músicas, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson - Thriller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="335" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xyy4d_michael-jackson-thriller_music"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xyy4d_michael-jackson-thriller_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-7053961002161072322?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7053961002161072322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=7053961002161072322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7053961002161072322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/7053961002161072322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-michael.html' title='Goodbye Michael'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkawZDlY59I/AAAAAAAAAGk/OfEhlG0WLuE/s72-c/miiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-1113733733022895232</id><published>2009-06-23T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:14:03.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É simplesmente extraordinário</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2m8VZBfRYo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2m8VZBfRYo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-1113733733022895232?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1113733733022895232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=1113733733022895232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1113733733022895232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1113733733022895232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-simplesmente-extraordinario.html' title='É simplesmente extraordinário'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2092836939728384606</id><published>2009-06-20T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:35:55.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SlMy9JxefZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/op8vo2SJZME/s1600-h/aaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SOveSR4SRxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eOTXzsFl24A/s400/LAGOS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrega para ampliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SOveLs461mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y0dHDF6jfDc/s1600-h/LAGOS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254537682867639906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SOveLs461mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y0dHDF6jfDc/s400/LAGOS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrega para ampliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SOveDl44EwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aSbD5TgBGUg/s1600-h/LAGOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254537543549457154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SOveDl44EwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aSbD5TgBGUg/s400/LAGOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gi7oXqMY2qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gi7oXqMY2qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-8128386421444569318?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8128386421444569318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=8128386421444569318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8128386421444569318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8128386421444569318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-eu-tinha-15-anos.html' title='Quando eu tinha 15 anos'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SOveSR4SRxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eOTXzsFl24A/s72-c/LAGOS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-8631017926205926424</id><published>2009-06-18T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:34:08.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A revolução está em marcha!</title><content type='html'>Apelamos à desobediência civil: Atirem macacos para cima dos carros estacionados nas ruas: da Oliveira, e rua da Amendoeira!&lt;br /&gt;Nós primamos pela chunguice!! Tiramos macacos do nariz com o mesmo prazer de quem come lagosta! E mais: Não gostamos de burriés, macaquinhos ou gafanhotos! Nós curtimos à brava MACACOS! Incentivamos todos os apreciadores a fazer o mesmo. Assumam-se como degustadores desse belo petisco! Libertem-se de todos os preconceitos culturais que vos impingiram. Arranquem um verdinho sempre que passarem por algum carro ai estacionado, e atirem-no discretamente para cima do carro (cuidado com os gatos, os bichos não tem culpa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revoltem-se com o que têm à mão! A revolução está em marcha!&lt;br /&gt;(Outras ruas se seguirão)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-8631017926205926424?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8631017926205926424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=8631017926205926424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8631017926205926424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8631017926205926424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2009/06/revolucao-esta-em-marcha.html' title='A revolução está em marcha!'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-3128785160442111450</id><published>2007-12-11T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:35:39.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os perigos ao volante</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="365" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2700425" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sujeito vai a passar a ponte 25 de Abril quando é mandado parar pela GNR. O guarda diz-lhe, na presença de repórteres: - Muitos parabéns! O senhor acaba de se tornar o milésimo condutor a atravessar a ponte! E acaba de ganhar um prémio de 1,000 euros! Tem alguma ideia do que vai fazer com o dinheiro? - Bem, quer dizer... Talvez tirar a carta de condução... - O quê? O senhor não tem carta? Diz a mulher, no banco do passageiro: - Não ligue, senhor guarda! Ele está bêbedo e não sabe o que diz! Diz o guarda: - Bêbedo? Diz a sogra no banco de trás: - Eu bem disse que isto de andar de carro roubado nos ia trazer chatices... E nisto a mala abre um bocadito e diz alguém lá de dentro: - Já chegamos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-3128785160442111450?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3128785160442111450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=3128785160442111450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/3128785160442111450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/3128785160442111450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/12/os-perigos-ao-volante.html' title='Os perigos ao volante'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2918389330709610953</id><published>2007-10-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:36.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infelizmente não podemos ter tudo na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/R1rghksMqzI/AAAAAAAAACU/EAFIxFPOqTQ/s1600-h/fuera.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141668791986203442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/R1rghksMqzI/AAAAAAAAACU/EAFIxFPOqTQ/s400/fuera.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque será que sempre desejamos aquilo que está fora de nosso alcance? Porque será que o que mais nos agrada, é aquilo que provavelmente nunca iremos ter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquilo que está fora do nosso alcance, que não podemos mudar, não adianta lutar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-2918389330709610953?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2918389330709610953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=2918389330709610953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2918389330709610953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2918389330709610953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/12/infelizmente-no-podemos-ter-tudo-na.html' title='Infelizmente não podemos ter tudo na vida'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/R1rghksMqzI/AAAAAAAAACU/EAFIxFPOqTQ/s72-c/fuera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-4927566345658803442</id><published>2007-09-24T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:37.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O poeta do silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMaaqSPTI/AAAAAAAAACM/PcJ5sOIvYh8/s1600-h/images+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113710287363652914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMaaqSPTI/AAAAAAAAACM/PcJ5sOIvYh8/s400/images+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMV6qSPSI/AAAAAAAAACE/KcMQQvj3riM/s1600-h/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113710210054241570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMV6qSPSI/AAAAAAAAACE/KcMQQvj3riM/s400/images4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113709926586400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMFaqSPQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HuOBvoHEp0A/s400/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMJqqSPRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_-uJTeffCWU/s1600-h/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113709999600844050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMJqqSPRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_-uJTeffCWU/s400/images3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Inspiração do Silêncio. Ser Poeta [Silencioso] é escutar o mundo, a Natureza na sua essência dos Cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-4927566345658803442?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4927566345658803442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=4927566345658803442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4927566345658803442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4927566345658803442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-poeta-do-silncio.html' title='O poeta do silêncio'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RveMaaqSPTI/AAAAAAAAACM/PcJ5sOIvYh8/s72-c/images+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-2672621783789477984</id><published>2007-09-20T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:37.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Papa está de férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RvIffckHZ0I/AAAAAAAAABs/MfUPtBSLGx0/s1600-h/condi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112183152123012930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RvIffckHZ0I/AAAAAAAAABs/MfUPtBSLGx0/s400/condi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  As férias são aqueles dias em que temos a ilusão de estar descansando, quando na verdade colocamos tudo em dia, assim não pensou o Papa ao recusar a visita oficial de tão alta personalidade do governo norte americano.  Rice fez saber, que precisava absolutamente encontrar-se com o Papa, para fortalecer a sua posição diplomática. A resposta oficial ao pedido terá sido, apenas: “O Papa está de férias”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habemus Papa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-2672621783789477984?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2672621783789477984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=2672621783789477984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2672621783789477984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/2672621783789477984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-papa-est-de-frias.html' title='O Papa está de férias'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RvIffckHZ0I/AAAAAAAAABs/MfUPtBSLGx0/s72-c/condi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-5411981897786217313</id><published>2007-09-15T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:37.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/Ruvsxryl5RI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZlYP4Qq1L-w/s1600-h/Dalaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110438540494628114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/Ruvsxryl5RI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZlYP4Qq1L-w/s400/Dalaia.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os refugiados Tibetanos, esperam há mais de 40 anos pela sua libertação. O Nobel da paz Dalai Lama, ė um deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fizeram essa pergunta ao Dalai Lama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais surpreende na HUMANIDADE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OS HOMENS... porque perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem dinheiro para recuperar a saúde. E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro, e vivem como se nunca fossem morrer e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-5411981897786217313?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5411981897786217313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=5411981897786217313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5411981897786217313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/5411981897786217313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/dalai-lama.html' title='Dalai Lama'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/Ruvsxryl5RI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZlYP4Qq1L-w/s72-c/Dalaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-4417435727018755277</id><published>2007-09-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:38.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser toureiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuWwYzOjRhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6XI-Dg-4xj8/s1600-h/48954803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108683292436284946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuWwYzOjRhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6XI-Dg-4xj8/s400/48954803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiro queria ser ciclista, para ganhar corridas como o Joaquim Agostinho, depois queria ser toureiro, para tourear como o José Mestre Baptista, e agora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-4417435727018755277?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4417435727018755277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=4417435727018755277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4417435727018755277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/4417435727018755277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/ser-toureiro.html' title='Ser toureiro'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuWwYzOjRhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6XI-Dg-4xj8/s72-c/48954803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-8641690234577440771</id><published>2007-09-10T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:05:32.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Olhe, desculpe, tem horas que me diga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 324px" name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" width="391" height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2804463&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comunicação, do latim "communicare", significa pôr em comum, conviver, este pôr em comum implica que transmissor e receptor estejam dentro da mesma linguagem, caso contrário não se entenderão e não haverá compreensão. Assim, comunicação deve levar consigo a ideia de compreensão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-8641690234577440771?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8641690234577440771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=8641690234577440771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8641690234577440771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/8641690234577440771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/olhe-desculpe-tem-horas-que-me-diga.html' title='- Olhe, desculpe, tem horas que me diga?'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-1386375340380898719</id><published>2007-09-09T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:38.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns António</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuQ1kTOjRfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T1d9u_eaeVs/s1600-h/colombo-SantaMaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108266775097853426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuQ1kTOjRfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T1d9u_eaeVs/s400/colombo-SantaMaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme Cristóvão Colombo - O Enigma, de Manoel de Oliveira, venceu o prémio Bisato d`Oro, atribuído pela crítica independente no Festival de Cinema de Veneza.&lt;br /&gt;«Não se trata de um filme científico ou histórico, nem de carácter propriamente biográfico, mas sim de uma ficção de teor romanesco, evocativa da grandiosa gesta dos Descobrimentos Marítimos», explicou Oliveira. A longa-metragem «apresenta a novidade de que Cristóvão Colombo era, afinal, de origem portuguesa, nascido na vila alentejana de Cuba e ter por isso dado à maior ilha por ele descoberta no mar das Antilhas o nome da sua terra natal, Cuba», explicou o realizador português. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-1386375340380898719?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1386375340380898719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=1386375340380898719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1386375340380898719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/1386375340380898719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/parabns-antnio.html' title='Parabéns António'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuQ1kTOjRfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T1d9u_eaeVs/s72-c/colombo-SantaMaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-990678635735330823</id><published>2007-09-08T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:39.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O uso da escrita para confundir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuPdFzOjReI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6LUwxW91h-M/s1600-h/MENTIRA%2520Y%2520POLITICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108169494088599010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuPdFzOjReI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6LUwxW91h-M/s400/MENTIRA%2520Y%2520POLITICA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Num artigo publicado no Canallagos, em 7 de Setembro,  alguem escreve:&lt;br /&gt;"Enquanto o Canallagos continua numa linha de informação, de opinião e de crítica, aberto a todos os cidadãos, deparamos em parte do mundo bloguista com a outra face, a face escura e nocturna da informação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo, amigo, somos os filhos da noite, e pensamos, que em determinados meios universitários costuma-se propagar a idéia de que a ideologia, a cultura social, determina de tal maneira o pensamento que qualquer conclusão a que se chegue só pode ter origem em algum interesse que representa algo sobre a classe daquele que o produziu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-990678635735330823?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/990678635735330823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=990678635735330823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/990678635735330823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/990678635735330823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-uso-da-escrita-para-confundir.html' title='O uso da escrita para confundir'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuPdFzOjReI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6LUwxW91h-M/s72-c/MENTIRA%2520Y%2520POLITICA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-6822865258646974137</id><published>2007-09-07T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:39.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuG5-DOjRdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HOSwhkO1DI/s1600-h/tasca02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107567928084219346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuG5-DOjRdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HOSwhkO1DI/s400/tasca02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ou antes a nossa bica, encontrei na net a explicação,  segundo reza a história, os primeiros expressos em Portugal foram vendidos no café A Brasileira, em Lisboa. Muitos clientes acharam o gosto do produto um tanto amargo. Para contornar o problema, a direção da cafeteria criou um slogan para atrair os clientes: “Beba Isso Com Açúcar”. A campanha deu certo e a frase ficou tão marcada, que o uso das iniciais de cada palavra - bica - passou a ser sinônimo de cafezinho no país.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-6822865258646974137?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6822865258646974137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186937905346593113&amp;postID=6822865258646974137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6822865258646974137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186937905346593113/posts/default/6822865258646974137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='Café'/><author><name>Zé Das Cabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433083290493458351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/SkCUO6s-4II/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yhm9UM9lC0E/S220/jm003-pastor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/RuG5-DOjRdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HOSwhkO1DI/s72-c/tasca02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186937905346593113.post-4052678427290858107</id><published>2007-01-11T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:06:39.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas Gaivotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/R169b7yFDhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/71xiSqsqM5s/s1600-h/800px-Flock_of_Seagulls_%2528eschipul%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142756112105541138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIIUO6mq2nU/R169b7yFDhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/71xiSqsqM5s/s400/800px-Flock_of_Seagulls_%2528eschipul%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by:Ed Schipul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Minhas gaivotas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brincando ontem meio nu, pela areia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minha infância pouco a pouco vi passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ela fugiu sem que eu me desse conta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sonhando com voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ir brincando com o vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;além sobre a agua um momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viver sonhando, à beira do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;junto as rochas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um dia aprendi a voar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aprendí a voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como as minhas gaivotas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E fugi longe dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aquele dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sem olhar para trás julguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que nunca mais voltaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontrei um cardo, uma flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um sonho, um amor, uma tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fui sozinho e logo fomos dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um beijo, um adeus, todo começa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outra canção, outra ilusão, outras coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e farto já de andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;voltei a procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as minhas gaivotas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não as vi, elas também se foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desse lugar que um dia nos juntou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fiquei sozinho buscando na areia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a infância que já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elas não hão de voltar mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;elas a deixaram para trás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;debaixo da areia, à beira do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ao lado das rochas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que não sabem voar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que não sabem voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como as minhas gaivotas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E assim vou, mais triste vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que nesse dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quando sem olhar para trás julguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que nunca mais voltaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Joan Manuel Serrat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186937905346593113-4052678427290858107?l=zedascabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedascabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4052678427290858107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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