<?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-6464014366761576308</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:49:28.515-07:00</updated><category term='criança'/><category term='filhos'/><category term='rir'/><category term='paternidade'/><category term='crianças'/><title type='text'>a vida dos crescidos</title><subtitle type='html'>quotidiano de um homem na cidade</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-6242215208308344380</id><published>2009-06-12T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:41:04.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tempos de Verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXHMPOMv_FI&amp;hl=pt-br&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/oXHMPOMv_FI&amp;hl=pt-br&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;    * Título Original: L'Heure d'été&lt;br /&gt;    * Género: Drama&lt;br /&gt;    * Estreia: 2009-03-12&lt;br /&gt;    * Actores: Charles Berling, Edith Scob, Jérémie Renier, Juliette Binoche&lt;br /&gt;    * Realização: Olivier Assayas&lt;br /&gt;    * Classificação: 12&lt;br /&gt;    * Duração: 103 min&lt;br /&gt;    * Ano: 2008 / França&lt;br /&gt;    * Site Oficial: clique aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Verão. Na casa familiar de campo, Frédéric, Adrienne, Jérémie e as crianças festejam os 75 anos da sua mãe, Hélène Berthier, que toda a sua vida preservou a obra do seu tio, o pintor Paul Berthier. Uns meses mais tarde, com o desaparecimento repentino de Hélène, eles serão obrigados a confrontarem-se com os objectos obscuros do passado. Esta família, aparentemente tão feliz, conseguirá manter-se unida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-6242215208308344380?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6242215208308344380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=6242215208308344380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6242215208308344380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6242215208308344380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempos-de-verao-var-s1-new.html' title=''/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-5714549135904726761</id><published>2009-06-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:18:12.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://euando.blogspot.com/"&gt;eu ando&lt;/a&gt; arredia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-5714549135904726761?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5714549135904726761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=5714549135904726761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/5714549135904726761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/5714549135904726761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-ando-arredia.html' title=''/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-1265434156702664182</id><published>2009-06-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:51:41.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da boa disposição</title><content type='html'>Esta manhã, ao dar à chave do carro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jndSU3r6TeM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/jndSU3r6TeM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-1265434156702664182?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1265434156702664182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=1265434156702664182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/1265434156702664182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/1265434156702664182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/da-boa-disposicao.html' title='Da boa disposição'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-8267934654526680342</id><published>2009-06-02T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:57:17.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;hr color="#c0cfec" size="2"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Convenção       dos Direitos da Criança&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/dts_crianca.gif" align="left" width="100" height="114" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 1º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;       Todas as pessoas com menos de 18 anos têm todos os seus direitos escritos       nesta convenção.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 2º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca.gif" align="right" width="100" height="88" /&gt; Tens todos esses direitos       seja qual for a tua raça, sexo, língua ou religião. Não importa o país       onde nasceste, se tens alguma deficiência, se és rico ou pobre.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 3º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Quando um adulto tem qualquer laço familiar ou responsabilidade sobre uma       criança, deverá fazer o que for melhor para ela.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 6º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Toda a gente deve reconhecer que tens direito à vida.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 7º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito a um nome e a ser registado, quer dizer, o teu nome, o dos       teus pais e a data em que nasceste devem ser registados. Tens direito a       uma nacionalidade e o direito de conheceres e seres educado pelos teus       pais.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ARTIGO 8º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Deves manter a tua identidade própria, ou seja, não te podem mudar o       nome, a nacionalidade e as tuas relações com a família e menos que seja       melhor para ti. Mesmo assim, deves poder manter as tuas próprias ideias.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 9º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca2.gif" align="right" width="100" height="142" /&gt; Não deves ser separado dos       teus pais, excepto se for para teu próprio bem, como por exemplo, no caso       dos teus pais te maltratarem ou não cuidarem de ti. Se decidirem       separar-se, tens de ficar a viver com um deles, mas tens o direito de       contactar facilmente com os dois.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 10º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Se os teus pais viverem em países diferentes, tens direito a regressar e       viver junto deles.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 11º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Não deves ser raptado mas, se tal acontecer, o governo deve fazer tudo o       que for possível para te libertar.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 12º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Quando os adultos tomam qualquer decisão que possa afectar a tua vida,       tens o direito a dar a tua opinião e os adultos devem ouvir seriamente o       que tens a dizer.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 13º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca3.gif" align="right" width="150" height="92" /&gt; Tens direito a descobrir       coisas e dizer o que pensas através da fala, da escrita, da expressão       artística, etc., excepto se, quando o fizeres, estiveres a interferir com       o direito dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 14º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito à liberdade de pensamento e a praticar a religião que       quiseres. Os teus pais devem ajudar-te a compreender o que está certo e o       que está errado.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 15º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito a reunir-te com outras pessoas e a criar grupos e associações,       desde que não violes os direitos dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca3.jpg" align="right" width="120" height="104" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 16º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito à privacidade. Podes ter coisas como, por exemplo, um diário       que mais ninguém tem licença para o ler.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 17º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito a ser informado sobre o que se passa no mundo através da rádio,       dos jornais, da televisão, dos livros, etc. Os adultos devem ter a       preocupação de que compreendes a informação que recebes.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 18º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca4.gif" align="right" width="100" height="123" /&gt; Os teus pais devem       educar-te, procurando fazer o que é melhor para ti.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 19º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ninguém deve exercer sobre ti qualquer espécie de maus tratos. Os       adultos devem proteger-te contra abusos, violência e negligência. Mesmo       os teus pais não têm o direito de te maltratar.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;              &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 20º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Se não tiveres pais, ou se não for seguro que vivas com eles, tens       direito a protecção e ajuda especiais.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 21º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca5.gif" align="right" width="150" height="113" /&gt; Caso tenhas de ser adoptado,       os adultos devem procurar ter o máximo de garantias de que tudo é feito       da melhor maneira para ti.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 22º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Se fores refugiado (se tiveres de abandonar os teus pais por razões de       segurança), tens direito a protecção e ajuda especiais.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 23º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      No caso de seres deficiente, tens direito a cuidados e educação       especiais, que te ajudem a crescer do mesmo modo que as outras crianças.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 24º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca6.gif" align="right" width="100" height="116" /&gt; Tens direito à saúde. Quer       dizer que, se estiveres doente, deves ter acesso a cuidados médicos e       medicamentos. Os adultos devem fazer tudo para evitar que as crianças       adoeçam, dando-lhes uma alimentação conveniente e cuidando bem delas.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 27º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito a um nível de vida digno. Quer dizer que os teus pais devem       procurar que não te falte comida, roupa, casa, etc. Se os pais não       tiverem meios suficientes para estas despesas, o governo deve ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 28º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito à educação. O ensino básico deve ser gratuito e não       deves deixar de ir à escola. Também deves ter possibilidade de       frequentar o ensino secundário.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 29º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca7.gif" align="right" width="120" height="82" /&gt; A educação tem como       objectivo desenvolver a tua personalidade, talentos e aptidões mentais e       físicas. A educação deve, também, preparar-te para seres um cidadão       informado, autónomo, responsável, tolerante e respeitador dos direitos       dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 30º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Se pertenceres a uma minoria, tens o direito de viver de acordo com a tua       cultura, praticar a tua religião e falar a tua própria língua.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 31º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito a brincar.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 32º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca8.gif" align="right" width="120" height="136" /&gt; Tens direito a protecção       contra a exploração económica, ou seja, não deves trabalhar em condições       ou locais que ponham em risco a tua saúde ou a tua educação. A lei       portuguesa diz que nenhuma criança com menos de 16 anos deve estar       empregada.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 33º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito a ser protegido contra o consumo e tráfico de droga.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 34º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens o direito a ser protegido contra abusos sexuais. Quer dizer que ninguém       pode fazer nada contra o teu corpo como, por exemplo, tocar em ti,       fotografar-te contra a tua vontade ou obrigar-te a dizer ou a fazer coisas       que não queres.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 35º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ninguém te pode raptar ou vender.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 37º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca9.gif" align="right" width="120" height="108" /&gt; Não deverás ser preso,       excepto como medida de último recurso e, nesse caso, tens direito a       cuidados próprios para a tua idade e visitas regulares da tua família.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 38º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tens direito a protecção em situação de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 39º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Uma criança vítima de maus tratos ou negligência, numa guerra ou em       qualquer outra circunstância, tem direito a protecção e cuidados       especiais.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 40º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://web.educom.pt/paulaperna/images/crianca10.gif" align="right" width="100" height="171" /&gt; Se fores acusado de ter       cometido algum crime, tens direito a defender-te. No tribunal, a polícia,       os advogados e os juizes devem tratar-te com respeito e procurar que       compreendas o que se está a passar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIGO 42º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Todos os adultos e crianças devem conhecer esta Convenção. Tens direito       a compreender os teus direitos e os adultos também.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-8267934654526680342?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8267934654526680342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=8267934654526680342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8267934654526680342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8267934654526680342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/convencao-dos-direitos-da-crianca.html' title=''/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-6770370229549320094</id><published>2009-05-19T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:23:24.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacarandá</title><content type='html'>Convidaram-me para ir à feira do livro, em lx, ver os jacarandás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/ShKWFMag7zI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Zha1J5GOelM/s1600-h/Maio+Maduro+Maio+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/ShKWFMag7zI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Zha1J5GOelM/s400/Maio+Maduro+Maio+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337493524363407154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isso não preciso sair de casa, respondi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-6770370229549320094?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6770370229549320094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=6770370229549320094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6770370229549320094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6770370229549320094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/jacaranda.html' title='Jacarandá'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/ShKWFMag7zI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Zha1J5GOelM/s72-c/Maio+Maduro+Maio+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-3164016193809674278</id><published>2009-05-12T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:25:50.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crianças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>Caricaturas</title><content type='html'>Na vida dos crescidos também há espaço, no tempo, para rir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SglARRDxaqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oDhfTi2IDKk/s1600-h/Fugas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SglARRDxaqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oDhfTi2IDKk/s400/Fugas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334865898978241186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-3164016193809674278?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3164016193809674278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=3164016193809674278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/3164016193809674278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/3164016193809674278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/caricaturas.html' title='Caricaturas'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SglARRDxaqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oDhfTi2IDKk/s72-c/Fugas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-9036860499162611664</id><published>2009-05-11T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:39:57.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopa do Cação</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAiAb010b74&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAiAb010b74&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6464014366761576308-9036860499162611664?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/9036860499162611664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=9036860499162611664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/9036860499162611664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/9036860499162611664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/sopa-do-cac.html' title='Sopa do Cação'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-7343439285893239351</id><published>2009-05-06T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:48:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na quermesse</title><content type='html'>As pequenas grandes coisas da vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SgGHEeNfEVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/chXqZ-xmFy4/s1600-h/1%C2%BA+de+Maio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SgGHEeNfEVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/chXqZ-xmFy4/s400/1%C2%BA+de+Maio2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332691944682230098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: na 1ª rifa (absoluta): um boné de couro (há lá nada melhor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: na 2ª rifa (premiada): a seguir à alegria esfuziante de mais um prémio, celbrado com dança e tudo, o ar de asco ("ca nojo!") ante a pega de tricot em formato de vestido seguida de lágrimas, que valeram a troca por um picatchu em feltro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: na 3ª rifa premiada: "onde está a tua mãe?" (vontade de dizer: o menino é orfão de mãe): uma garrafa de wisky (para que queria ela a mãe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: na 4ª rifa premiada: uma borracha escolar (pfffff, útil porém)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: na 5ª rifa premiada: uma taça de gelado em alumínio (troféu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: na 6ª rifa premiada: (finalmente) o palhacinho em porcelana: "Pai, eu queria a Ginginha!" (meu rico filho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-7343439285893239351?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7343439285893239351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=7343439285893239351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7343439285893239351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7343439285893239351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/na-quermesse.html' title='Na quermesse'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SgGHEeNfEVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/chXqZ-xmFy4/s72-c/1%C2%BA+de+Maio2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-9058979581833357538</id><published>2009-05-05T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:39:04.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/floEANiIjII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/floEANiIjII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/6464014366761576308-9058979581833357538?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/9058979581833357538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=9058979581833357538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/9058979581833357538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/9058979581833357538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-7145637479042696423</id><published>2009-03-26T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:00:43.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into my Arms. When? Oh when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FG0-cncMpt8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=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/FG0-cncMpt8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/6464014366761576308-7145637479042696423?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7145637479042696423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=7145637479042696423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7145637479042696423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7145637479042696423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/into-my-arms-when-oh-when.html' title='Into my Arms. When? Oh when?'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-1034517386125665192</id><published>2009-03-26T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:35:55.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o povo pá.</title><content type='html'>Num momento em que cresce o interesse pela esquerda, fruto da crise mundial, e da divulgação dos candidatos ao parlamento europeu, aqui fica um manifesto. Viva a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/celinapiedade"&gt;Cesaltina da Concertina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZonZntFU7Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZonZntFU7Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/6464014366761576308-1034517386125665192?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1034517386125665192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=1034517386125665192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/1034517386125665192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/1034517386125665192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-o-povo-pa.html' title='E o povo pá.'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-8475565590776216646</id><published>2009-03-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:56:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corridas</title><content type='html'>eu &lt;a href="http://www.meiamaratonadelisboa.com/"&gt;fui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://linaruiritajoana.blogspot.com/"&gt;ele &lt;/a&gt;também. &lt;a href="http://smsn.maximiano.googlepages.com/"&gt;ela &lt;/a&gt;foi a melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-8475565590776216646?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8475565590776216646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=8475565590776216646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8475565590776216646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8475565590776216646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/corridas.html' title='corridas'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-331417911250366074</id><published>2009-03-19T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:34:26.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu fui pai ...</title><content type='html'>das duas vezes que recebi tal benção, paradoxalmente senti-me ausente de mim, a pairar, como se observasse de fora a calma que sempre senti nos momentos em que, no banco do hospital, depois de longos meses a construir gravidezes saudáveis e tranquilas, aguardava expectante a chamada da enfermeira de serviço: "venha conhecer o seu filho!". só aí algo se agitou no peito, perante as criaturinhas indefesas que me colocaram nos braços e a quem me fui vinculando de forma violenta nos dias seguintes. hoje acuso a ausência de convívio diário que vou vivendo. na certeza, porém, de ser divino, inviolável, o sentimento que nos une. é um desafio permanente, um acto dinâmico e complexo, feito de regularidades repetidas e de respostas a acontecimentos imprevistos. fonte de angústias, portanto. mas também, ah, de alegrias imensas: a (quase) incondicionalidade do afecto que se tem por e da parte dos filhos é fonte de grande conforto e estabilidade emocional. todo o amor, essa força viva que faz a vida valer a pena, é especial; mas o amor paternal, filial é indizível, há que experimentá-lo para o poder perceber. a vontade de abraçar, beijar, rir, chorar com os nossos filhos não tem termo de comparação conhecido. agradeço, pois, a benção de o conhecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-331417911250366074?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/331417911250366074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=331417911250366074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/331417911250366074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/331417911250366074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-eu-fui-pai.html' title='Quando eu fui pai ...'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-3515141751634060243</id><published>2009-03-18T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:54:51.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidadela da Moda</title><content type='html'>eu estive &lt;a href="http://www.modalisboa.pt/"&gt;lá&lt;/a&gt;, a apreciar as criações de um &lt;a href="http://www.luisbuchinho.pt/site.html"&gt;sadino ilustre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/ScEKJl1GQvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PqPe-La6Rr4/s1600-h/Lumix1+853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/ScEKJl1GQvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PqPe-La6Rr4/s400/Lumix1+853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540195163816690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gostei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-3515141751634060243?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3515141751634060243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=3515141751634060243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/3515141751634060243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/3515141751634060243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/cidadela-da-moda.html' title='Cidadela da Moda'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/ScEKJl1GQvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PqPe-La6Rr4/s72-c/Lumix1+853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-5498510789453066209</id><published>2009-03-18T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:49:26.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma longa jornada para a noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="default-browse-leads"&gt;Sem nos determos no acto consumado da sua elaboração, as personagens deste texto sugerem, nas suas palavras, um longo isolamento na “noite”, bem como o acumular de angústias... &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;a href="http://www.ctalmada.pt/cgi-bin/wnp_db_dynamic_record.pl?dn=db_temporada&amp;amp;sn=temporada_08-09_sala_princ&amp;amp;orn=736"&gt;ver&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://euando.blogspot.com/"&gt;vamos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-5498510789453066209?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5498510789453066209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=5498510789453066209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/5498510789453066209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/5498510789453066209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-longa-jornada-para-noite.html' title='Uma longa jornada para a noite'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-7816008289106949220</id><published>2009-03-17T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:32:09.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais crescidos</title><content type='html'>Na vida dos crescidos há outros (ainda mais) crescidos, a quem devemos muito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/Sb-YHuAKZVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nCZCoMRKUDM/s1600-h/novo+ano+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/Sb-YHuAKZVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nCZCoMRKUDM/s400/novo+ano+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314133343695693138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns mãe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-7816008289106949220?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7816008289106949220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=7816008289106949220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7816008289106949220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7816008289106949220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-crescidos.html' title='Mais crescidos'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/Sb-YHuAKZVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nCZCoMRKUDM/s72-c/novo+ano+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-6760443576929335130</id><published>2009-03-12T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:25:36.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anos 70 (sec. XX) nos anos 0 (sec.  XXI)</title><content type='html'>São assim as poucas fotografias que tenho de miúdo com o meu pai e irmã, no jardim do Bonfim.&lt;br /&gt;São também nesta estética os postais de namoro dos meus pais: dois sacos de asas cheiinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SbjvQreyIYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vnAW9VWTtr8/s1600-h/387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SbjvQreyIYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vnAW9VWTtr8/s400/387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312258830312284546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta feita na Algodeia.&lt;br /&gt;(Fotografia da Miguel Neves: o meu muito obrigado!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-6760443576929335130?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6760443576929335130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=6760443576929335130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6760443576929335130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6760443576929335130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/anos-70-sec-xx-nos-anos-0-sec-xxi.html' title='Anos 70 (sec. XX) nos anos 0 (sec.  XXI)'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SbjvQreyIYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vnAW9VWTtr8/s72-c/387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-7131175767702588641</id><published>2009-03-11T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:21:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SbemBy_5dsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MB1M39AGTkM/s1600-h/fds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SbemBy_5dsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MB1M39AGTkM/s400/fds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311896835306649282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... é amor sem sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amores castos deram frutos, os oito que em tempos foram, multiplicaram-se, num repente, que (dolorosamente) me escapou, em treze. Muito vai cá dentro, mas resolvi tornar-me parco nas palavras. Apenas um muito obrigado pelo carinho incondicional, pela felicidade do reencontro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-7131175767702588641?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7131175767702588641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=7131175767702588641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7131175767702588641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/7131175767702588641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-1784686190988630329</id><published>2009-03-03T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:30:39.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A guerra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/Sa0ipahCxKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zGjfrlkyJ2Q/s1600-h/Lumix1+762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/Sa0ipahCxKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zGjfrlkyJ2Q/s400/Lumix1+762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308937630627579042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta é das fáceis de vencer (ou render) e dar por terminada.&lt;br /&gt;na vida dos crescidos já não é assim tão fácil: ainda bem que há estes momentos de tréguas (bélicas).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojo3I59Gn6c"&gt;O que é que o Obama tem&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-4815345587081648418?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4815345587081648418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=4815345587081648418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/4815345587081648418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/4815345587081648418'/><link rel='alternate' 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Esperanças e desesperanças.&lt;br /&gt;Fica a promessa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsvVzAn_qlI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsvVzAn_qlI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/6464014366761576308-8737386813228682316?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8737386813228682316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=8737386813228682316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8737386813228682316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8737386813228682316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida-muda-num-segundo.html' title='A vida muda num segundo'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-8642890078253241849</id><published>2009-01-16T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:57:31.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sous le ciel de Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZRRyYGphYg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=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/RZRRyYGphYg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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/6464014366761576308-8642890078253241849?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8642890078253241849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=8642890078253241849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8642890078253241849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8642890078253241849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sous-le-ciel-de-paris.html' title='Sous le ciel de Paris'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-5649535439038436099</id><published>2009-01-15T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:19:01.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trouve moi une place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SW9Bd23pETI/AAAAAAAAAWw/OfGeKwiAhnw/s1600-h/Lumix1+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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dias comi batatas fritas!"&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-5311182488253054879?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5311182488253054879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=5311182488253054879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/5311182488253054879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/5311182488253054879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/isto-que-vida.html' title='Isto é 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SSvSH0rfMQI/AAAAAAAAAVk/I408oqs1Azo/s1600-h/Lumix1+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SSvSH0rfMQI/AAAAAAAAAVk/I408oqs1Azo/s400/Lumix1+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272538820609257730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para A.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-1758208524973925035?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1758208524973925035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=1758208524973925035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Paulo Freire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-6690050071827950804?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6690050071827950804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=6690050071827950804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6690050071827950804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/6690050071827950804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2008/11/acho-que-uma-das-melhores-coisas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-5111491548145053722</id><published>2008-10-29T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:30:52.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem</title><content type='html'>Nos dias em que a cama me sabe a féretro, &lt;a href="http://www.moo.pt/musica/Karita+Mattila/"&gt;Karita Matilla&lt;/a&gt; grita-me aos ouvidos Memory, revejo a emoção da vida passada e deixo promessas de futuro aos que me amaram. É assim que quero despedir-me deste mundo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3o19mbTO1j0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3o19mbTO1j0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Not a sound from the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Has the moon lost her memory&lt;br /&gt;She is smiling alone&lt;br /&gt;In the lamplight&lt;br /&gt;The withered leaves collect at my feet&lt;br /&gt;And the wind begins to moan&lt;br /&gt;Memory&lt;br /&gt;All alone in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I can dream of the old days&lt;br /&gt;Life was beautiful then&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I knew what happiness was&lt;br /&gt;Let the memory live again&lt;br /&gt;Every street lamp seems to beat&lt;br /&gt;A fatalistic warning&lt;br /&gt;Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters&lt;br /&gt;And soon it will be morning&lt;br /&gt;Daylight&lt;br /&gt;I must wait for the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I must think of a new life&lt;br /&gt;And I mustnt give in&lt;br /&gt;When the dawn comes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be a memory too&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnt out ends of smoky days&lt;br /&gt;The still cold smell of morning&lt;br /&gt;A street lamp dies ,another night is over&lt;br /&gt;Another day is dawning&lt;br /&gt;Touch me,&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to leave me&lt;br /&gt;All alone with the memory&lt;br /&gt;Of my days in the sun&lt;br /&gt;If you touch me,&lt;br /&gt;Youll understand what happiness is&lt;br /&gt;Look, a new day has begun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-5111491548145053722?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-9129257436842984319</id><published>2008-10-22T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:26:20.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The solution ... so simple after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MMc3f588yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MMc3f588yc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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all.'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-1670270790293827159</id><published>2008-10-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:30:54.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para quem tá apostado/a na investigação e ensino da linguística:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259645034517119634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SP4DSscKQpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-3p8PJaYjYs/s400/chickenlanguage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou à altura? Tou a ter aproveitamento na avaliação contínua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-1670270790293827159?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1670270790293827159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=1670270790293827159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/1670270790293827159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/1670270790293827159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-quem-t-apostadoa-na-investigao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SP4DSscKQpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-3p8PJaYjYs/s72-c/chickenlanguage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-2061493702438170516</id><published>2008-10-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:53:39.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No conforto pobrezinho do meu lar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPxR0QTaH5I/AAAAAAAAARw/BmkDfvk01X8/s1600-h/Lumix1+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259168423033315218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPxR0QTaH5I/AAAAAAAAARw/BmkDfvk01X8/s400/Lumix1+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... estende-se a roupa ao som de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpRwRs96TgI"&gt;música&lt;/a&gt; e há fartura de carinho (comida).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-2061493702438170516?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2061493702438170516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=2061493702438170516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/2061493702438170516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/2061493702438170516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-conforto-pobrezinho-do-meu-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPxR0QTaH5I/AAAAAAAAARw/BmkDfvk01X8/s72-c/Lumix1+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-366175973092636663</id><published>2008-10-17T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T03:00:02.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem na cidade</title><content type='html'>Eu sou o homem da cidade que manhã cedo acorda e canta, e, por amar a liberdade, com a cidade se levanta. Tal qual o corpo da cidade que manhã cedo ensaia a dança de quem, por força da vontade, de trabalhar nunca se cansa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhhrvquzaI/AAAAAAAAARY/lN9-wSO5SGM/s1600-h/sado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhhrvquzaI/AAAAAAAAARY/lN9-wSO5SGM/s1600-h/sado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhh7AD8d2I/AAAAAAAAARo/47sNWLM3C-0/s1600-h/sado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258060231211775842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhh7AD8d2I/AAAAAAAAARo/47sNWLM3C-0/s400/sado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a gaivota que derrota tudo o mau tempo no mar alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde se canta Tejo e Lisboa deverá antes cantar-se Sado e Setúbal&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/6464014366761576308-366175973092636663?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://natura.di.uminho.pt/~jj/musica/html/carlosdocarmo_umHomeNaCidade.html' title='Um homem na cidade'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/366175973092636663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=366175973092636663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/366175973092636663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/366175973092636663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-homem-na-cidade.html' title='Um homem na cidade'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhh7AD8d2I/AAAAAAAAARo/47sNWLM3C-0/s72-c/sado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-8225322238487681145</id><published>2008-10-17T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:52:31.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E se, de repente,...</title><content type='html'>... uma conhecida lhe &lt;a href="http://www.coliseulisboa.com/evento.php?id=378"&gt;oferecer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://virtualbooks.terra.com.br/cultura/O_Chico_Buarque_Budapeste.htm"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhbkjmD8EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0syLGyCbEFA/s1600-h/presentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258053248543354946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhbkjmD8EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0syLGyCbEFA/s400/presentes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso é...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464014366761576308-8225322238487681145?l=vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8225322238487681145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6464014366761576308&amp;postID=8225322238487681145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8225322238487681145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464014366761576308/posts/default/8225322238487681145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadoscrescidos.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-se-de-repente.html' title='E se, de repente,...'/><author><name>rmrs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/RxXdadVooSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-2maBwp6LsA/s400/901491.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0U6tpAWEhg/SPhbkjmD8EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0syLGyCbEFA/s72-c/presentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464014366761576308.post-5232474876631698159</id><published>2008-10-16T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:51:39.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescido e crescentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys/view/familysticker"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pyzam Family Sticker Toy" src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/0/0c/d0a4aac7c32a267d21a4769df7e52e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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