<?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-12332583</id><updated>2012-02-09T14:51:47.851Z</updated><title type='text'>Para quê pensar nisso?</title><subtitle type='html'>"A vida só se dá a quem se deu."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112636775202917592</id><published>2005-09-10T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:34:31.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronúncia do Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Há um pronuncio de morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lá do fundo de onde eu venho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os antigos chamam-lhe ralho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Novos ricos são má sorte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É a pronúncia do norte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os tontos chamam-lhe torpe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hemisfério fraco outro forte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Meio-dia não sejas triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A bússola não sei se existe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E o plano talvez aborte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nem guerra bairro ou corte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É a pronúncia do norte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não tenho barqueiro nem hei-de remar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Procuro caminhos novos para andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tolheste os ramos onde pousavam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Da geada as pérolas pontes secaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Corre um rio para o mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E há um prenúncio de morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E as teias que vidram nas janelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Esperam um barco parecido com elas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não tenho barqueiro nem hei-de remar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Procuro caminhos novos para andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E é a pronúncia do norte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Corre um rio para o mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GNR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112636775202917592?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112636775202917592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112636775202917592' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112636775202917592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112636775202917592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/09/pronncia-do-norte.html' title='Pronúncia do Norte'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112539804667291851</id><published>2005-08-30T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:35:52.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Destino. A ideia de que não somos responsáveis pelo curso da nossa vida. Tudo está predestinado. Até que ponto será isto verdade? Não seremos nós responsáveis pela nossa vida? “Pergunto-me. Poderemos cometer um erro e perder o destino?” Ou será que são os nosso erros e as nossas falhas que ditam o decorrer do nosso dia-a-dia? “Com tantas estradas, tantos desvios, tantas escolhas, tantos cursos.” Na estrada da vida, quem esperamos ser? Alguém me disse: a vida é o acontece enquanto fazemos outros planos. Que terá isto a ver com o tradicional conceito de destino?&lt;br /&gt;Seremos nós escravos de uma história predefinida sem nos podermos desviar dela?&lt;br /&gt;Se não nos desviarmos, nunca saberemos o que poderá surgir, quem vamos conhecer, por quem nos vamos apaixonar. Se calhar nem éramos quem somos.&lt;br /&gt;Estará o nosso destino traçado com estes desvios ou, seremos nós almas irrequietas que querem viver a vida sozinhas sem nada que as oriente?&lt;br /&gt;Basta um desvio, e tudo pode ser diferente. Mas no fim de contas, tudo muda. A vida, as amizades, as estações, as pessoas… poucas são as coisas que se mantêm iguais durante longo tempo. A pessoa que sou hoje, não é (totalmente) igual à que fui ontem. Ter-me-ei desviado do meu destino?&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mudam, é verdade. Mas é reconfortante saber que, as que mais gostamos, ficarão connosco, nem que seja apenas no nosso pensamento. E, se tivermos sorte, nunca nos esquecerão…' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112539804667291851?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112539804667291851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112539804667291851' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112539804667291851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112539804667291851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/08/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112472105555086593</id><published>2005-08-22T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:36:21.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/porto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Por muito bem que julguemos conhecer a nossa cidade, há sempre um lugar, ou uma pessoa nova a descobrir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112472105555086593?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112472105555086593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112472105555086593' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112472105555086593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112472105555086593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/08/por-muito-bem-que-julguemos-conhecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112413562507535051</id><published>2005-08-15T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:54:41.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pessoal, hoje foi o meu primeiro dia de praia do ano! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fantástico! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/15-08-05_1751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (Não vale a pena esperar tanto tempo quando no fim acabamos por ir com os nossos amigos!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112413562507535051?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112413562507535051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112413562507535051' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112413562507535051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112413562507535051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/08/praia.html' title='Praia!'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112361013644622947</id><published>2005-08-09T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:55:36.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes demora a compreender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Parabéns por tudo o que de bom sofreste e pelas más alegrias que passaste… Nunca é tarde para crescer e muito menos para aprender.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Desculpa tudo aquilo que podia ter feito e não fiz, tudo o que podia ter vivido e não vivi. Sei que não te tenho de pedir desculpas, não a ti, mas a mim. Fui eu que não vivi. Tu estavas lá, eu é que não…&lt;br /&gt;Agora que os medos se foram tenho outra oportunidade, não vai ser o mesmo, eu sei. Tenho noção do que o que passa não volta, por isso quero viver o futuro da melhor maneira, à minha maneira. Quero crescer, aprender…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112361013644622947?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112361013644622947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112361013644622947' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112361013644622947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112361013644622947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/08/s-vezes-demora-compreender.html' title='Às vezes demora a compreender...'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112298003559200060</id><published>2005-08-02T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:53:55.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deve ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'Já consegui algumas vezes juntar a realidade com a perfeição, mas nunca a perfeição com a eternidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deve ser porque desde miúda sempre tive a mania dos amigos, dos outros, de encher a vida a dar afecto, como se sozinha não conseguisse existir.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser porque desde miúda tenho a mania do Príncipe Encantado que chega montado num cavalo branco e dá um beijo à Princesa que dorme, perdida na espera, à espera dele e só dele, para a acordar para a vida. E deve ser por isso que, sempre que posso, durmo até mais tarde, perdida em sonhos, enquanto um cheiro a flores me embala como uma miúda que ainda não quis crescer, que só quer ser feliz, que só quer gostar dos outros e que os outros gostem dela.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112298003559200060?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112298003559200060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112298003559200060' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112298003559200060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112298003559200060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/08/deve-ser.html' title='Deve ser'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112241163485506448</id><published>2005-07-26T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:00:34.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada meninas!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Foram dois dias fantasticos..." com viagens, ensaios, correrias, conversas e, claro, muita mas mesmo muita diversão...!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/Daniela-042.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que faz a vida tão especial é o facto de que ela nunca se repetirá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meninas, nunca esqueçam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112241163485506448?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112241163485506448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112241163485506448' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112241163485506448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112241163485506448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/07/obrigada-meninas.html' title='Obrigada meninas!!!!!'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112180792576564688</id><published>2005-07-19T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:18:45.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade consegue-se manter com diálogo e convivio. A essência da amizade é a relação do 'eu' com o 'tu'.  Sem essa relação uma amizade pode-se ir esfumando com o tempo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/ursinho11.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles existem e eu acredito neles, envio um grande beijo para os meus anjos favoritos&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112180792576564688?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112180792576564688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112180792576564688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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meninas!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/Emblema4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Divirtam-se!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112159903737437317?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112159903737437317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112159903737437317' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112159903737437317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112159903737437317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/07/boa-sorte-meninas.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112129621522565761</id><published>2005-07-14T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:10:15.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade pura é um sentimento cada vez mais raro...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/fada-e-lua.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é Joana!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112129621522565761?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112129621522565761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112129621522565761' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112129621522565761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112129621522565761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/07/amizade-pura-um-sentimento-cada-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112085498879788066</id><published>2005-07-08T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:36:28.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui no mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Um peixe vive contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aqui debaixo do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E o peixe que vai pra terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não sabe onde vai parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Às vezes vai pra um aquário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O que não é ruim de facto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mas quando alguém tem fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O peixe vai para o prato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Vou lhe contar, aqui no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ninguém nos segue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nem nos persegue pra nos fritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se os peixes querem ver o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tomem cuidado com o anzol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Até o escuro é mais seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aqui no mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/sebastiao.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto tem uma certa lógica, sério!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112085498879788066?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112085498879788066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112085498879788066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112085498879788066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112085498879788066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/07/aqui-no-mar.html' title='Aqui no mar'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112056089744819226</id><published>2005-07-05T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T11:57:01.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que me importa é que aqueles que se interessam por mim se continuem a interessar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir daí, nada mais me incomoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/121212.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque o importante não é o passado nem o futuro, mas sim a experiência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112056089744819226?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112056089744819226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112056089744819226' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112056089744819226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112056089744819226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-que-me-importa-que-aqueles-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-112008305480496373</id><published>2005-06-29T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:10:54.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New York,  New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Para a Filipa que adora Nova York e que vai aprender Inglês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of it - New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray&lt;br /&gt;Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to wake up in that city, that doesn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues, are melting away&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a brand new start of it - in old New York&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you - New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up, in that city that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And find I'm A number one, top of the list&lt;br /&gt;King of the hill, A number 1&lt;br /&gt;these little town blues, are melting away&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make a brand new start of it, in old New York&lt;br /&gt;and- If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, New York- New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Frank Sinatra - New York,  New York)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-112008305480496373?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/112008305480496373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=112008305480496373' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112008305480496373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/112008305480496373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York,  New York'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111956301148994209</id><published>2005-06-23T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:43:31.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Bom  S. João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/s.-joao-porto.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111956301148994209?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111956301148994209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111956301148994209' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111956301148994209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111956301148994209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/06/bom-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111937507191823644</id><published>2005-06-21T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:40:45.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para uma pessoa muito especial, que não sabe que o é!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite quero cantar&lt;br /&gt;Dançar e voar.&lt;br /&gt;E, quero ver luzes muitas,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser um pássaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver os peixes a bailar&lt;br /&gt;E as ideias a gritar&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar voar até ver.&lt;br /&gt;O mar pegar o fogo&lt;br /&gt;O tempo incendiar até à luz&lt;br /&gt;A luz me cegar e eu voltar para o meu lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Entre Aspas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/g12.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111937507191823644?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111937507191823644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111937507191823644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111937507191823644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111937507191823644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/06/para-uma-pessoa-muito-especial-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111893175867228382</id><published>2005-06-16T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:44:36.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sê cautelosa... Luta por seres feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só queria agradecer à pessoa que me enviou este texto.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou mesmo no momento certo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai serenamente por entre a agitação e a pressa e lembra-te da paz que pode haver no silêncio... Sê gentil contigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és filha do universo e,&lt;br /&gt;tal como as árvores e as estrelas tens o direito de o habitar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portanto vive em paz com Deus seja qual for a ideia que Dele tiveres. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sê cautelosa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luta por seres feliz!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111893175867228382?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111893175867228382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111893175867228382' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111893175867228382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111893175867228382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-cautelosa-luta-por-seres-feliz.html' title='Sê cautelosa... Luta por seres feliz'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111833926190736607</id><published>2005-06-09T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:52:50.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Fui obrigada por motivos de maior a eliminar este post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEM COMENTÁRIOS!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111833926190736607?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111833926190736607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111833926190736607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111792382026234960</id><published>2005-06-04T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:24:49.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Errar...Fracassar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Erro" é apenas outra palavra para fracasso, e o fracasso não existe. É apenas um mal entendido, uma ilusão. É impossivel fracassar, e dizer que algo foi um "erro" é apenas anunciar um ponto de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se se encarar um "erro" como um passo no caminho que nos leva onde se quer ir, então não será um "erro". Será um progresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será, portanto, perfeito!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/flor.jpg" /&gt;&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/12332583-111792382026234960?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111792382026234960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111792382026234960' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111792382026234960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111792382026234960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/06/errarfracassar.html' title='Errar...Fracassar...'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111765122520299215</id><published>2005-06-01T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:40:25.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher...</title><content type='html'>Há povos que tem medo que as mulheres se descubram a si mesmas. Que se compreendam a si mesmas. Que tenham consciência de si mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;   Se as mulheres puderem experienciar Quem Realmente São, os Homens desses países deixarão de poder controla-las.&lt;br /&gt;   Por que motivo julgam que demorou tanto tempo a aceitar o direito de voto para as mulheres, mesmo nos países considerados “avançados e esclarecidos”?&lt;br /&gt;   É tudo uma questão de controlo. É sempre uma questão de controlo que aparece sob a fachada que é “para bem do povo”.&lt;br /&gt;   E, no entanto, o único desejo da alma humana é a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111765122520299215?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111765122520299215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111765122520299215' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111765122520299215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111765122520299215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/06/mulher.html' title='Mulher...'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111722754593939477</id><published>2005-05-27T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:00:14.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas que nunca se esquecem!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apresento algumas das amigas que me acompanharam desde que eu era muito, mas mesmo muito pequena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Infelizmente, não pudemos continuar continuar juntas! Como acontece com qualquer um, cada uma tomou as suas decisões, cada uma seguiu o seu caminho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Resta agora as fotos desses dias que passamos juntas sem saber muito bem a fazer o quê! Mas dias maravilhosos que eu gostava de puder voltar a viver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Talvez um dia... Quem sabe!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/amizade..gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fica no meu abrigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorme no meu abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E conta comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto anoitece,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto escurece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e os brilhos do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cintilam em nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto tu sentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se quebrou tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu estarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;empre que te sentires só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111722754593939477?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111722754593939477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111722754593939477' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111722754593939477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111722754593939477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/05/h-coisas-que-nunca-se-esquecem.html' title='Há coisas que nunca se esquecem!!'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111660999666939705</id><published>2005-05-20T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:39:41.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah??! Azul e Vermelho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sim, eu sei que tambem ma engano muitas vezes, mas isto é ir um bocadito longe de mais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que visitassem este site e que depois pronunciassem a vossa sincera opinião!&lt;br /&gt;(Trata das cores da nossa faculdade! Acho que vale a pena...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.praxe.org/index.php?option=content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=162&amp;Itemid=25"&gt;http://www.praxe.org/index.php?option=content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;id=162&amp;amp;Itemid=25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de salientar que as cores da nossa faculdade são o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERMELHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRANCO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e não o azul e vermelho como é exposto no referido artigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei que era minha obrigação dar a conhecer este "pequeno" erro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111660999666939705?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111660999666939705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111660999666939705' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111660999666939705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111660999666939705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/05/ah-azul-e-vermelho.html' title='Ah??! Azul e Vermelho?'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111652411699528932</id><published>2005-05-19T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:35:17.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AS COISAS BOAS DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>Vais sorrir só de ler....&lt;br /&gt;Pensa bem em cada um dos seguintes pontos antes de passares para o seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;Far-te-á sentir bem, especialmente o pensamento no final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Apaixonar-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Rir tanto até que as faces doam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Um chuveiro quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Um supermercado sem filas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Um olhar especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Receber correio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Conduzir numa estrada linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Ouvir a nossa música preferida no rádio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Ficar na cama a ouvir a chuva cair lá fora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Toalhas quentes acabadas de serem brunidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Encontrar a camisola que se quer em saldo a metade do preço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Batido de chocolate (ou baunilha) (ou morango). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Uma chamada de longa distância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Um banho de espuma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Rir baixinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Uma boa conversa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. A praia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. Encontrar uma nota de 20 euros no casaco pendurado desde o último inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Rir-se de si mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Chamadas à meia-noite que duram horas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Correr entre os jactos de água de um aspersor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Rir por nenhuma razão especial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Alguem que te diz que és o máximo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Rir de uma anedota que vem à memória. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Ouvir acidentalmente alguem dizer bem de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Acordar e verificar que ainda há algumas horas para continuar a dormir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. O primeiro beijo (ou mesmo o primeiro com um novo parceiro). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Fazer novos amigos ou passar o tempo com os velhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. Brincar com um cachorrinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Haver alguem a mexer-te no cabelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. Belos sonhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. Chocolate quente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Fazer-se à estrada com amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. Balancear-se num balancé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. Embrulhar presentes sob a árvore de Natal comendo chocolates e bebendo a bebida favorita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Letras de canções na capa do CD para podermos cantá-las sem nos sentirmos estúpidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. Ir a um bom concerto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Trocar um olhar com um belo desconhecido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. Ganhar um jogo renhido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Fazer bolachas de chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. Receber de amigos biscoitos feitos em casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. Passar tempo com amigos íntimos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. Ver o sorriso e ouvir as gargalhadas dos amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. Andar de mão dada com quem gostamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. Encontrar por acaso um velho amigo e ver que algumas (coisas boas ou más) nunca mudam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. Patinar sem cair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Observar o contentamento de alguem que está a abrir um presente que lhe ofereceste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Ver o nascer do sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. Levantar-se da cama todas as manhãs e agradecer outro belo dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111652411699528932?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111652411699528932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111652411699528932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111652411699528932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111652411699528932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-coisas-boas-da-vida.html' title='AS COISAS BOAS DA VIDA'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111644684508107584</id><published>2005-05-18T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:10:28.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tal foi o tempo que alguém deve ter gasto para descobrir isto ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SOCORRAM‑ME SUBI NO ONIBUS EM MARROCOS"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiam agora da direita para a esquerda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DuDa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111644684508107584?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111644684508107584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111644684508107584' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111644684508107584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111644684508107584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/05/tal-foi-o-tempo-que-algum-deve-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111618212665751842</id><published>2005-05-15T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:41:49.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz dia da Familia!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111618212665751842?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111618212665751842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111618212665751842' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111618212665751842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111618212665751842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/05/feliz-dia-da-familia.html' title=''/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111601444473506676</id><published>2005-05-13T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T19:19:33.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia já fui caloira (será que já deixei de o ser?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca pensei que ia gostar tanto de algo que durante tantos anos só ouvi criticar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que existem outras formas de viver numa faculdade que nada têm a ver com a vida praxistica. Porém, durante este ano, os momentos que a praxe me fez viver deram-me tantas experiências, fizeram com que eu construisse tantas amizades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/fabiamarina/cortejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não deixes de tentar caloiro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu tens que aprender &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a vida de Estudante &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também é saber sofrer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vais ver darás valor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Áquilo que te custa a ter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caloiro hás-de ser gente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem que tenhas de morrer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DuDa&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111601444473506676?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111601444473506676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111601444473506676' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111601444473506676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111601444473506676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/05/um-dia-j-fui-caloira-ser-que-j-deixei.html' title='Um dia já fui caloira (será que já deixei de o ser?)'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332583.post-111591731266933833</id><published>2005-05-12T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:01:52.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para começar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É verdade, decidi criar um blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao sei até quando isto vai durar, mas pelo menos começou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DuDa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332583-111591731266933833?l=dudafep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/feeds/111591731266933833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332583&amp;postID=111591731266933833' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111591731266933833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332583/posts/default/111591731266933833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudafep.blogspot.com/2005/05/para-comear.html' title='Para começar...'/><author><name>Duda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321536703939462630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
