<?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-9991561</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:24:24.970Z</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='setembro'/><category term='montanha'/><category term='novo'/><category term='férias'/><category term='janeiro'/><category term='referendo aborto'/><category term='neve'/><category term='artista'/><category term='100'/><category term='ano'/><category term='world'/><category term='frio'/><category term='inverno'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='música'/><category term='lua'/><category term='erro'/><category term='rem'/><category term='love coin Porto'/><title type='text'>My Orinol</title><subtitle type='html'>Aquilo que às vezes fica cá dentro...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-9037315094771896036</id><published>2008-10-24T01:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:56:06.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Mel Tosca</title><content type='html'>Reza a lenda que certa dia no meio da serra do Gerês um certa e determinada pessoa compra um frasco de mel. O apicultor avisa, uma colher de mel ao iniciar o dia em jejum é remédio santo para todas as maleitas (qql semelhança com actimel, só no verdadeiro nome da coisa)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então Dorfmeister cansado de fazer música com o Kruder, cria os Tosca e faz uma música dedicada ao tema, Honey, o vídeo relembra os benefícios do mel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxyuUHE0Bb0&amp;hl=pt_PT&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/yxyuUHE0Bb0&amp;hl=pt_PT&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;B&amp;A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3357699989465435540</id><published>2008-10-17T15:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:43:24.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/files/countdown/countdown.swf?co=0099FF&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF&amp;date_month=11&amp;date_day=04&amp;date_year=0&amp;un=INDEPENDECE DAY&amp;size=small&amp;mo=11&amp;da=04&amp;yr=2007" width="188" height="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/files/countdown/countdown.swf?co=0099FF&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF&amp;date_month=11&amp;date_day=04&amp;date_year=0&amp;un=INDEPENDECE DAY&amp;size=small&amp;mo=11&amp;da=04&amp;yr=2007" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/countdown.jpg" alt="" style="display: none;" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A América vai mudar o seu feriado para o dia 4 de Novembro, a era DB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3357699989465435540?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3357699989465435540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3357699989465435540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3357699989465435540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3357699989465435540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/10/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6938957221830102048</id><published>2008-10-17T01:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:24:55.116+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVkRNmOhrWY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVkRNmOhrWY&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;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb - Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;But I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love&lt;br /&gt;But I need his heart&lt;br /&gt;I am strong even on my own&lt;br /&gt;But from him I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;He's been there since the very start&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the day he came to be&lt;br /&gt;Angel's wings carried him to me&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;But I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel Gabriel &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6938957221830102048?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6938957221830102048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6938957221830102048' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6938957221830102048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6938957221830102048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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toque a músicas de outros tempos (Rocket Man, Video Kill the Radio Star, Together in Electric Dreams), já para não falar nas remisturas dos seus tempos e as recordações da sua antiga banda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um toque do encore dos concertos, igual no alinhamento, diferente de cada vez que se ouve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgoD1qDTafM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgoD1qDTafM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-7487021439576406649?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3760239696649895514</id><published>2008-09-27T02:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:53:57.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4th  revolution</title><content type='html'>Ok, é bajular e ainda por cima a uma marca que não precisa, mas está bom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97a4nO-Vzfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97a4nO-Vzfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/9991561-3760239696649895514?l=orinol.blogspot.com' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-1235510893789686912</id><published>2008-09-27T02:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:52:21.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>A todos os visitantes deste blog e aos meus amigos em particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--cut and paste--&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="432" height="285" id="VE_Player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="FlashVars" 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you!'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2608636833558107117</id><published>2008-09-11T00:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:59:21.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mancala</title><content type='html'>Aqui vai uma pequena diversão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="game_mancala" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.aflcio.org/unionshop/games/upload/mancala/classicmancala.swf?quite=index.cfm" style="" id="mymovie" name="mymovie" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após tanto tempo sem escrever, um entretenimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2608636833558107117?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2608636833558107117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2608636833558107117' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2608636833558107117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2608636833558107117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/09/mancala.html' title='Mancala'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4762644743086022643</id><published>2008-08-10T18:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:20:50.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Nem tudo o que conto &amp;#233; verdade, nem tudo o que invento &amp;#233; mentira&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4762644743086022643?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4762644743086022643/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-1766110817376473274</id><published>2008-08-09T21:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:08:44.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>I know Saint Peter won't call my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VX1eJHE1K_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VX1eJHE1K_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=663856&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-1729928709521169416?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/1729928709521169416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=1729928709521169416' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1729928709521169416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1729928709521169416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva la vida +'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-7534552723838421384</id><published>2008-07-25T01:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:28:39.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Porque at&amp;#233; um rel&amp;#243;gio parado, est&amp;#225; certo duas vezes por dia!&amp;quot; - Boss AC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-7534552723838421384?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/7534552723838421384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=7534552723838421384' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/5/567/56763.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/5/567/56763.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Como diria o Juno, uma imagem vale 1000 palavras :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-1901402611427849072?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/1901402611427849072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=1901402611427849072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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e espectros, e ser acordado para não perder tal momento com um beijo, daqueles grande, lambuzentos e quase quase quase ordinários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei, mas achei um pouco ácido, mas a minha parceira de aventura, não se fez rogada e deu-me muitos mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SIPYVu-HPAI/AAAAAAAAAls/1ZziAFLxPwQ/s1600-h/lambidela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SIPYVu-HPAI/AAAAAAAAAls/1ZziAFLxPwQ/s200/lambidela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225257860577311746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica uma foto da HIMA, a minha companheira especial desta manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SIPZnhqeSfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/s0LvppxtSjg/s1600-h/lambidela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SIPZnhqeSfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/s0LvppxtSjg/s200/lambidela2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225259265754548722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já agora, uma foto da dureza do verdadeiro workshop fotográfico que obriga a estar no meio da serra às 7h00 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SIPZ7bWuzMI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_c4Kang3MRg/s1600-h/soneca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SIPZ7bWuzMI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_c4Kang3MRg/s200/soneca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225259607658515650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a bitch, but I'm a dog"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2344839904813123796?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2344839904813123796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2344839904813123796' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2344839904813123796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2344839904813123796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/07/acordado-aos-beijos.html' title='Acordado aos beijos...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SIPYVu-HPAI/AAAAAAAAAls/1ZziAFLxPwQ/s72-c/lambidela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3009296466339832339</id><published>2008-07-19T02:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:54:28.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Madiba</title><content type='html'>À hora do post, já passou um dia, mas noutros cantos do mundo ainda vai a tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZVm854lMhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZVm854lMhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque luta por um mundo melhor, em prol de todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suas oito lições de vida, segundo a TIME desta semana:&lt;br /&gt;1. Courage is not the absence of fear - it's inspiring others to move beyond it&lt;br /&gt;2. Lead from the front - but don't leave your base behind&lt;br /&gt;3. Lead from the back - and let others believe they are in front&lt;br /&gt;4. Know your enemy - and learn about his favorite sport&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep your friends close - and your rivals even closer&lt;br /&gt;6. Appearances matter - and remember to smile&lt;br /&gt;7. Nothing is black or white&lt;br /&gt;8. Quitting is leading too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3009296466339832339?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3009296466339832339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3009296466339832339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3009296466339832339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3009296466339832339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-madiba.html' title='Happy Birthday Madiba'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4050204754018897757</id><published>2008-07-18T00:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:16:19.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ciência do amor!</title><content type='html'>Será que existe?&lt;br /&gt;Parece que existem pessoas que acreditam que sim, e querem fazer parecer que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Ou então não, a química é explicável, mas o amor pelos vistos ainda não...&lt;br /&gt;Podem ouvir Heln Fisher, antropologista, aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="432" height="285" id="VE_Player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="FlashVars" VALUE="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/HelenFisher_2008-embed-Clay_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/HelenFisher_2008-embed-Clay_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="432" height="285" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo como ela, "o nosso desafio é enterdermos o próximo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto quase que é serviço público...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4050204754018897757?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4050204754018897757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4050204754018897757' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4050204754018897757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4050204754018897757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/07/cincia-do-amor.html' title='A ciência do amor!'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-902148893355847586</id><published>2008-07-01T13:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:49:47.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Montanhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHRoijG8MiQ/SGlJYVAhweI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NuhKyDkUYN4/s1600-h/Cartaz_OM_A4_Espinho_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHRoijG8MiQ/SGlJYVAhweI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NuhKyDkUYN4/s1600-h/Cartaz_OM_A4_Espinho_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exposição está patente na Galeria da Junta de Freguesia de Espinho de 5 a 19 de Julho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horário:&lt;br /&gt;Domingos dias 6 e 13, 10h às 17h;&lt;br /&gt;Sábados dias 12 e 19, 10h às 22h30;&lt;br /&gt;3a-feiras, durante o horário normal de funcionamento da Junta;&lt;br /&gt;Outros dias da semana, 10h-22h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de boa gente, são bons fotógrafos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-902148893355847586?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/902148893355847586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=902148893355847586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/902148893355847586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/902148893355847586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/07/montanhas.html' title='Montanhas'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lHRoijG8MiQ/SGlJYVAhweI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NuhKyDkUYN4/s72-c/Cartaz_OM_A4_Espinho_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-402561031646906941</id><published>2008-06-16T23:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:24:24.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finisterre</title><content type='html'>O caminho tem um fim. Nem todos que o começam o alcançam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SFhGkq8i_QI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WzVE8Ho9E7E/s1600-h/CIMG7289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SFhGkq8i_QI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WzVE8Ho9E7E/s200/CIMG7289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212994164498824450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chama-se Finisterre, o fim da terra conhecida, envolto numa neblina espessa que não deixa adivinhar a imensidão de mar visível para além do seu extremo.&lt;br /&gt;Finisterre alimenta a alma com a grandiosidade de nada e força um novo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SFhGj4ICr6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/DsgeVtDSMoI/s1600-h/CIMG7287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SFhGj4ICr6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/DsgeVtDSMoI/s200/CIMG7287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212994150856830882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa imensidão deixas a tua recordação, a tua passagem, o teu caminho, a tua reflexão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SFhGnPgi-uI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PW6B06tDBLU/s1600-h/CIMG7291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SFhGnPgi-uI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PW6B06tDBLU/s200/CIMG7291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212994208673233634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de lá voltar... (a pé...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-402561031646906941?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/402561031646906941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=402561031646906941' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/402561031646906941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/402561031646906941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/06/finisterre.html' title='Finisterre'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/SFhGkq8i_QI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WzVE8Ho9E7E/s72-c/CIMG7289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5907316208420769500</id><published>2008-06-16T23:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:53:28.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sbreinz</title><content type='html'>Para o anónimo...&lt;br /&gt;Nada, não significa nada, ao mesmo tempo pode significar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;É uma despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5907316208420769500?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5907316208420769500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5907316208420769500' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5907316208420769500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5907316208420769500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/06/sbreinz.html' title='Sbreinz'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6918780985425750929</id><published>2008-05-08T00:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:57:36.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao longe vejo ...</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Agarra a oportunidade pela barba, porque atr&amp;#225;s ela n&amp;#227;o tem cabelo&amp;quot; -&lt;br&gt;Prov&amp;#233;rbio B&amp;#250;lgaro&lt;p&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6918780985425750929?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6918780985425750929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6918780985425750929' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6918780985425750929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6918780985425750929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/05/ao-longe-vejo.html' title='Ao longe vejo ...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-1239929738813112576</id><published>2008-05-05T21:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:37:22.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdos</title><content type='html'>Estar vivo - Pablo Neruda&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Morre lentamente quem n&amp;#227;o viaja,&lt;br&gt;quem n&amp;#227;o l&amp;#234;, quem n&amp;#227;o ouve m&amp;#250;sica,&lt;br&gt;quem destr&amp;#243;i o seu amor pr&amp;#243;prio,&lt;br&gt;quem n&amp;#227;o se deixa ajudar.&lt;p&gt;Morre lentamente quem se transforma em escravo do h&amp;#225;bito,&lt;br&gt;repetindo todos os dias o mesmo trajecto,&lt;br&gt;quem n&amp;#227;o muda de marcas no supermercado,&lt;br&gt;n&amp;#227;o arrisca vestir uma cor nova,&lt;br&gt;n&amp;#227;o conversa com quem n&amp;#227;o conhece.&lt;p&gt;Morre lentamente quem evita uma paix&amp;#227;o,&lt;br&gt;quem prefere o &amp;quot;preto no branco&amp;quot; e os &amp;quot;pontos nos is&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;a um turbilh&amp;#227;o de emo&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es indom&amp;#225;veis,&lt;br&gt;justamente as que resgatam brilho nos olhos,&lt;br&gt;sorrisos e solu&amp;#231;os, cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o aos trope&amp;#231;os, sentimentos.&lt;p&gt;Morre lentamente quem n&amp;#227;o vira a mesa quando est&amp;#225; infeliz no trabalho,&lt;br&gt;quem n&amp;#227;o arrisca o certo pelo incerto atr&amp;#225;s de um sonho,&lt;br&gt;quem n&amp;#227;o se permite, uma vez na vida, fugir dos conselhos sensatos.&lt;p&gt;Morre lentamente quem passa os dias queixando-se da m&amp;#225; sorte ou da chuva&lt;br&gt;incessante, desistindo de um projecto antes de inici&amp;#225;-lo,&lt;br&gt;n&amp;#227;o perguntando sobre um assunto que desconhece,&lt;br&gt;e n&amp;#227;o respondendo quando lhe indagam o que sabe.&lt;p&gt;Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, recordando sempre que estar vivo&lt;br&gt;exige um esfor&amp;#231;o muito maior do que o simples acto de respirar.&lt;p&gt;Estejamos vivos, ent&amp;#227;o!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Depois de estar uns dias com o cont&amp;#225;gio de um livro de Neruda, fica o&lt;br&gt;mote, para que n&amp;#227;o vamos morrendo aos poucos.&lt;p&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-1239929738813112576?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/1239929738813112576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=1239929738813112576' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1239929738813112576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1239929738813112576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/05/recuerdos.html' title='Recuerdos'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2181480725827709204</id><published>2008-04-27T03:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:48:18.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hein???</title><content type='html'>Sarah Silverman is F***ing Matt Damon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Kimmel better watch his back! 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width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me dizer em nome de alguma sanidade mental, que se algum do regulares visitantes perceber esta história, que a partilhe, pelo menos, comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] - afinal existe uma resposta ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIQrBouWRiE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIQrBouWRiE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT 2] - afinal existe contra resposta ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNkhWPThcf0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNkhWPThcf0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT 3] - cansei-me de bloggar... isto anda tudo maluco ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2181480725827709204?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2181480725827709204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2181480725827709204' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2181480725827709204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2181480725827709204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/04/hein.html' title='Hein???'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2328518791090131531</id><published>2008-04-21T01:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:07:57.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajei no tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cl0aw87LqA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cl0aw87LqA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2328518791090131531?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2328518791090131531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2328518791090131531' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2328518791090131531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2328518791090131531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/04/viajei-no-tempo.html' title='Viajei no tempo'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3757014712634835842</id><published>2008-04-06T02:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:11:38.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hey Tom - Rita Redshoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxuSLHpKIcM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxuSLHpKIcM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey Tom&lt;br /&gt;Do you know for how long I've been running to?&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go home&lt;br /&gt;To rise the sun, to bring the truth&lt;br /&gt;You want to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You want to watch me die&lt;br /&gt;But you don't have the strengh&lt;br /&gt;So come on, run with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna set you free,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody ask your name&lt;br /&gt;It could be Jack or Jane&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the clue&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Tom&lt;br /&gt;Do you know for how long am I loving you?&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move on&lt;br /&gt;To give my heart to something new&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;I want to close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have the strengh&lt;br /&gt;So come on, run with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna set you free,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom trabalho que merece ser partilhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Obrigado AC pela letra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3757014712634835842?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3757014712634835842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3757014712634835842' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3757014712634835842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3757014712634835842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3154445538219962452</id><published>2008-04-05T21:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:32:31.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>H vs M</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" value="battle.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;embed src="http://advertising.mailonsunday.co.uk/cinema_ad/battle.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3154445538219962452?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3154445538219962452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3154445538219962452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3154445538219962452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3154445538219962452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-vs-m.html' title='H vs M'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-920262524411777513</id><published>2008-04-05T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:10:05.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A minha tarde"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Disponho do vento disponho do sol disponho da árvora&lt;br /&gt;arranjo pássaros arranjo crianças&lt;br /&gt;tenho mesmo à minha disposição o mar&lt;br /&gt;talvez com tudo isto possa formar uma tarde&lt;br /&gt;uma tarde azul e calma onde me possa refugiar&lt;br /&gt;Mas e as ideias as doutrinas os problemas?&lt;br /&gt;Se nem resolvi ainda o problema da unha do dedo mínimo&lt;br /&gt;como pretender ter resolvido o mínimo problema?&lt;br /&gt;E as ideias, que só servem para dividir?&lt;br /&gt;As ideias têm úmeros inúmeros&lt;br /&gt;e é difícil caminhar no meio da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer (mas não me deixa descansado):&lt;br /&gt;Sou novo. Tenho por isso a razão do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Deixai os pássaros cantar as crianças brincar&lt;br /&gt;o tempo não urge o coração não arde&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu? Eu só e a minha tarde&lt;br /&gt;As crianças com as suas vozes brancas&lt;br /&gt;riscam alegremente o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;passam as aves em seu voo rasante&lt;br /&gt;desde sá miranda até jorge de sena&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo passa assim. Sou eu e o passado&lt;br /&gt;Era novo. Não tenho a razão do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruy Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-920262524411777513?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/920262524411777513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=920262524411777513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/920262524411777513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/920262524411777513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/04/minha-tarde.html' title='&quot;A minha tarde&quot;'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8016776297894672210</id><published>2008-03-26T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:32:54.762Z</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas e dentistas</title><content type='html'>Numa viagem de regresso a casa, a companhia é o rádio.&lt;br /&gt;O resto fica para trás das costas, mas por vezes ouvem-se músicas que trazem recordações, que lembram sentimentos, que fazem pensar... esta é uma delas, e fez-me companhia nessa viagem... física e não só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkMGf2_NKvs&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkMGf2_NKvs&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I've set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;oh, let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Comet tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on the science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;All in a rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Comin' back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ah ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8016776297894672210?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8016776297894672210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8016776297894672210' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8016776297894672210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8016776297894672210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/03/estrelas-e-dentistas.html' title='Estrelas e dentistas'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5889628037360137093</id><published>2008-03-12T00:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:21:56.089Z</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Esta é mesmo engraçada, não fosse o tema em questão ser sério. Mas até me sentiria tentado a usá-la numa futura tese :) ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;This is a process that always has two steps forward and one step back. We just need to make sure that it&amp;#39;s just one step back.&amp;quot; - George W. Bush&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Estava a referir-se às negociações de paz em Gaza.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5889628037360137093?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5889628037360137093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5889628037360137093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5889628037360137093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5889628037360137093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-7960942310723364370</id><published>2008-03-11T23:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:52:21.609Z</updated><title type='text'>mini-caixotim</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um velho entra num café, mudo, sombrio e desconfortável com a sua imagem. Não a que transmitia, mas a sua própria, a que se lhe aparecia em cada reflexo, em cada movimento. Quando olha para o televisor, exclama para si mesmo:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Que raio de mundo este, já não dá para compreender nada do que se passa!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas esta frase, não era para o mundo que comentavam as notícias, aproveitava-se ele para exprimir a sua tristeza por ter perdido a noção de tudo o que se passava ao seu lado. Sentia que a sua alegria tinha fugido para longe, para lá das montanhas que perfilavam o horizontal visível em redor. No entanto era um grito de dor interior que só ele compreendia. Ele sabia que não tinha desistido de a procurar, mas sentia-a cada vez tão longe como antes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A vida tinha passado, os seus objectivos principais tinham sido alcançados, mas quando olhava para trás, pensava se realmente valeria a pena o esforço. Ele sabia o que tinha custado chegar onde chegou, havia-lhe custado grande parte da sua graça. Era hoje um homem mais triste, não se achava velho, mas mais triste. Triste, irritadiço, intransigente e ele sabia-o ser assim. Desfiava-se de cada vez que se sentia assim, tornava-se menos paciente consigo e não saia desse jogo infinito de raiva.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O cheiro de um cigarro, acorda-o de novo para a realidade do café, a ventilação incipiente do local, tão forte como a de um quarto de banho de sua casa, fazem-no acreditar na ciência humana para resolver todos os problemas da humanidade. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Retoma o seu dia, saboreia um café e sai porta fora, mais leve, menos absorto, deixando para trás um momentâneo lapso de razão da sua existência...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-7960942310723364370?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/7960942310723364370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=7960942310723364370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7960942310723364370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7960942310723364370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/03/mini-caixotim.html' title='mini-caixotim'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6203092319070316079</id><published>2008-03-06T08:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:19:04.538Z</updated><title type='text'>Resumo do dia-a-dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/4/487/48738.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/4/487/48738.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield by Jim Davis @ 06 Mar 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't need this stress! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6203092319070316079?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6203092319070316079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6203092319070316079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6203092319070316079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6203092319070316079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/03/resumo-do-dia-dia.html' title='Resumo do dia-a-dia'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4249417965939395826</id><published>2008-02-26T22:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:14:53.557Z</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>Hoje deixo-vos uma piquena que já está a fazer furor por esse Mundo fora com a sua música, a mais conhecida "Love Song" é bastante alegre e cheia de ritmo, no entanto deixo esta marca dela bem mais calma e não menos atraente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Bareilles - Gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4249417965939395826?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4249417965939395826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4249417965939395826' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4249417965939395826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4249417965939395826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/02/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4914815606301239577</id><published>2008-02-16T19:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:01:56.494Z</updated><title type='text'>Falta de Comunicação</title><content type='html'>Às vezes também se começam complicações onde não existem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R7czCmxrbhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EmRKTWy5XLQ/s1600-h/cdog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R7czCmxrbhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EmRKTWy5XLQ/s320/cdog2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167655217292602898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizen Doz, de Mark O'Hare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4914815606301239577?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4914815606301239577/comments/default' title='Enviar 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2341838087311659047</id><published>2008-02-16T18:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:56:59.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Eventos diários</title><content type='html'>E por vezes o dia-a-dia trás destas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Será que vale a pena não escutar as conversas dos outros, e descobrir o que anda de errado nas nossas vidas :D, ouvir uma música antiga e outra nova, sem assimilar nada em concreto e esperar que corra tudo bem? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R7cxOWxrbgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qS07ScjP19U/s1600-h/cdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R7cxOWxrbgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qS07ScjP19U/s320/cdog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167653220132810242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizen Dog, de Mark O'Hare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2341838087311659047?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2341838087311659047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2341838087311659047' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2341838087311659047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2341838087311659047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/02/eventos-dirios.html' title='Eventos diários'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R7cxOWxrbgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qS07ScjP19U/s72-c/cdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4457197651528390304</id><published>2008-02-01T01:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:53:21.445Z</updated><title type='text'>e ainda ...</title><content type='html'>Ou então não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LAXg_UmzTY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LAXg_UmzTY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mudo-me para Linux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4457197651528390304?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4457197651528390304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4457197651528390304' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4457197651528390304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4457197651528390304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-ainda.html' title='e ainda ...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4117536175412140444</id><published>2008-02-01T01:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:50:59.378Z</updated><title type='text'>Vista Security</title><content type='html'>Quem já o tem sabe o trauma que isto é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfetbidVUYw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfetbidVUYw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia ainda passo a usar Mac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4117536175412140444?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4117536175412140444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4117536175412140444' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4117536175412140444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4117536175412140444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/02/vista-security.html' title='Vista Security'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4902105268627442419</id><published>2008-01-24T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:36:01.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Daft Hands</title><content type='html'>Um excelente jogo de cintura para a zona das mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4902105268627442419?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4902105268627442419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4902105268627442419' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4902105268627442419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4902105268627442419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/01/daft-hands.html' title='Daft Hands'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-7997413493516544867</id><published>2008-01-20T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:20:09.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Donkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R5PW85Gc-TI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sibokPIK8jo/s1600-h/DSC_4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R5PW85Gc-TI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sibokPIK8jo/s320/DSC_4326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157702339877730610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era um burro, mas pela a cor lembrou-me logo dele...&lt;br /&gt;"Pick me, Pick me, Pick me" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-7997413493516544867?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/7997413493516544867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=7997413493516544867' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7997413493516544867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7997413493516544867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/01/donkey.html' title='Donkey'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R5PW85Gc-TI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sibokPIK8jo/s72-c/DSC_4326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3767952059784294906</id><published>2008-01-08T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:53:53.457Z</updated><title type='text'>Partilha</title><content type='html'>Compreendes isto... eu tb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjcFHKOWc0Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjcFHKOWc0Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We'll do it all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;On our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3767952059784294906?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3767952059784294906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3767952059784294906' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3767952059784294906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3767952059784294906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/01/partilha.html' title='Partilha'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5583140455258448135</id><published>2008-01-08T02:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:04:00.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Grandiosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro. Nada teu exagera ou exclui. Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és no mínimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda brilha, porque alta vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes parece-me que falar é fácil, que escrever é fácil, que escolher é fácil, que viver é fácil...&lt;br /&gt;No fundo não é, e todos sabemos disso...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tentar-mos ser grandes, como diz o poeta, só podemos esperar pela plenitude dos nossos feitos, empenharmos-nos em cada pequena coisa que fazemos, aí talvez as coisas aparentem ser mais fáceis... ou talvez não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5583140455258448135?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5583140455258448135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5583140455258448135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5583140455258448135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5583140455258448135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandiosidade.html' title='Grandiosidade'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8243806656052321012</id><published>2008-01-02T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:02:25.112Z</updated><title type='text'>mundos à parte ...</title><content type='html'>Porque passou na rádio e além de boas lembranças, traz pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8243806656052321012?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8243806656052321012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8243806656052321012' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8243806656052321012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8243806656052321012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/01/mundos-parte.html' title='mundos à parte ...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4627959354079511916</id><published>2008-01-02T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:41:50.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Love and Other Disasters</title><content type='html'>É estranho começar a bloggar (ou será blogar, deixo ficar bloggar, parece ter mais pinta) em 2008 com tamanho assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas este filme foi uma boa comidela de caco de acabei de ver, após um dia estranho, para não dizer meio estúpido. O primeiro dia do ano cheira-me sempre a pouco e como que a amostra do que está para vir. Tenho de deixar de ligar a isso... O caminho é traçado por nós. Adorei o filme, uma boa comédia romântica do cinema europeu, sem pós de arroz holliwoodescos, um filme simples, deixo-vos a crítica mais bem estruturada de Nuno Reis, que nestes casos tem mais dom de palavra do que eu... não é difícil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love and Other Disasters" por Nuno Reis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desastre seria não amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de o Reino Unido produzir frequentemente vários filmes excelentes os títulos mais facilmente reconhecidos como ingleses serão, ironicamente, as co-produções americanas. As suas origens vincadas, aliadas ao marketing agressivo da ex-colónia, criaram uma recordação forte. Escondendo a saga Harry Potter o que sobra do cinema inglês? Que títulos mais depressa são lembrados como vindos das ilhas britânicas? Sem grande margem de erro qualquer lista de cinco filmes incluiria "Notting Hill" ou "Love Actually", dois dos filmes mais populares e lucrativos que estúdios ingleses tiveram nos últimos anos. Nenhum deles é exclusivamente britânico, ambos transmitem ideais românticos de forma interessante e são estragados - especialmente o primeiro - por um final americanizado. Chegou o filme que acaba com isso. Em "Love and Other Disasters", segunda obra de Alek Keshishian, as comédias românticas ganham uma nova definição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacks é uma anglo-americana a viver em Londres. Incapaz de assumir um compromisso com um homem que ame, namora com um homem de quem não gosta e para evitar arrepender-se disso não tem um único amigo heterossexual e trabalha numa revista de moda. Iremos acompanhar as desaventuras amorosas de Jacks e do seu companheiro de casa Peter numa Londres bastante gay, onde nenhum consegue encontrar o homem das suas vidas. Peter e Jacks são um só, o sujeito que quer amar sem saber o que procura. E a sua amizade um pelo outro irá levá-los a descobrir que podem não arranjar para si próprios, mas querem ver o amigo feliz. A história desta dupla é contada sem qualquer tipo de tendência pró ou contra a homossexualidade. Isso é de saudar no cinema moderno que costuma ser tendencioso e ou apela a homofobia ou é propaganda pela sexualidade desviante. Aqui o tema é o amor e as pessoas são apenas acessórios para demonstrar as várias formas de amar. Aqui existe apenas um tipo de relação considerada invulgar. A amizade pura entre homens e mulheres na opinião de Jacks apenas é possível quando um deles não pode sentir atracção sexual pelo outro. Nada nem ninguém ao longo do filme contraria esse ponto de vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O argumento tem um fio condutor empolgante e é dignamente interpretado por alguns nomes pequenos do cinema europeu e Brittany Murphy num dos seus papeis mais exigentes até à data. Para completar a sátira até surgiram duas estrelas importadas por Hollywood. Momentos quase geniais de comédia, críticas inesperadas aos clichés do cinema e, aquilo que me conquistou, uma imensa homenagem a Audrey Hepburn e à sua eterna Holly Golighty.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-vos com um dos momentos mais marcantes do filme, em texto, para mim excelente, fora do contexto do filme, parece piegas, por isso recomendo a visita a uma sala de cinema mais próxima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Stop living your life like you're in some kind of movie.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Simon: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Stop trying to cast your love instead of just meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Simon: When I meet him, I'll know.&lt;br /&gt;Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: I'm not so sure. Love isn't always a lightning bolt, you know? Maybe sometimes it's just a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Simon: Well, that's easy for you to say! You're flying to Argentina to meet the love of your life!&lt;br /&gt;Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: That's just it. I don't know that Paolo's the love of my life, but I've decided to give him the chance to be. Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying wether they'll give anything back. Or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Simon: So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Well, you could start by putting all of those fantasies of true love where they belong, into your work of fiction. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4627959354079511916?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4627959354079511916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4627959354079511916' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4627959354079511916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4627959354079511916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-and-other-disasters.html' title='Love and Other Disasters'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3971184153671008753</id><published>2007-12-31T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:29:06.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Ending... Starting... Moving to 2008</title><content type='html'>Para todos os intrépidos leitores deste Blog, desejo um Feliz 2008, que seja cheio de Alegria, Paz, Justiça, Amor e Saúde, pela ordem que bem entenderem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo que sejam vocês mesmos, que se realizem os vossos sonhos (e os meus se entretanto os descobrir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu até desejava a paz mundial, mas já estou farto de estar sempre a ser enganado por essa uva passa... quando muito pelo clima de pseudo-equilíbrio se mantenha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até para o ano, entretanto lembrem-se sempre disto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWzBgkOAJfc&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWzBgkOAJfc&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço deste amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3971184153671008753?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3971184153671008753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3971184153671008753' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3971184153671008753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3971184153671008753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/ending-starting-moving-to-2008.html' title='Ending... Starting... Moving to 2008'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4641683395320065277</id><published>2007-12-31T01:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:17:22.487Z</updated><title type='text'>Olaria</title><content type='html'>Por vezes a vida tem destas coisas, há quem lhes chame sinais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegas tarde a casa, ligas a TV e está a passar uma série qualquer de&lt;br /&gt;humor, na qual uma mulher grávida diz: "Só damos valor ao controlo de&lt;br /&gt;bexiga, quando o perdermos", e aí toda a tua vida ganha uma nova&lt;br /&gt;dimensão, especialmente quando vais à casa de banho. E lembras-te&lt;br /&gt;daquele estranho imaginário no qual as mulheres grávidas, são pessoas&lt;br /&gt;do sexo feminino que comeram balões de hélio, e apenas não levitam,&lt;br /&gt;porque têm o resto do corpo a favor da gravidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que recebes um email com a bela frase de Peter Drucker:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In every success story, you find someone who has made a courageous&lt;br /&gt;decision.&lt;/span&gt;" E aí pensas contigo, o que é que me impede de tomar uma&lt;br /&gt;decisão corajosa? O que tens a perder, o que tens a ganhar? Será que&lt;br /&gt;não estás a fazer a pergunta errada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois começas a pensar no raio da lista piedosa de resoluções de ano&lt;br /&gt;novo, e percebes que a utilidade de tais coisas é só mesmo, levar à&lt;br /&gt;tua pior das felicidades, se mudares tudo o que achas que tens para&lt;br /&gt;mudar, provavelmente deixas de ser como és... E dás conta que nem dás&lt;br /&gt;valor especial à coisa, tão simplesmente és obrigado a mudar o&lt;br /&gt;calendário que tens na parede do escritório, bahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... eu chamo a isso acontecimentos... uns moldam-nos... outros não...&lt;br /&gt;a decisão corajosa molda, mas a necessidade de a tomar molda ainda&lt;br /&gt;mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cKU7VRbLDU&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cKU7VRbLDU&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4641683395320065277?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4641683395320065277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4641683395320065277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4641683395320065277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4641683395320065277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/olaria.html' title='Olaria'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4492269522535809421</id><published>2007-12-25T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:53:34.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Deambulo</title><content type='html'>O Natal já não é que era...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, acho que é o peso da idade que me diz isso.&lt;br /&gt;Já não somos 30 à volta da mesa, já não temos a magia de acreditar no milagre chamado "Pai Natal", já não barafustamos para recebermos as prendas... &lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da criança que habitava em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4492269522535809421?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4492269522535809421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4492269522535809421' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4492269522535809421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4492269522535809421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/deambulo.html' title='Deambulo'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6944626183600790819</id><published>2007-12-25T01:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T02:01:52.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas coisas</title><content type='html'>De todos os presentes, existem sempre um ou dois que sobressaem, quer pelo seu significado, como pela capacidade inigualável de sermos surpreendidos pelas acções dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste Natal, fui surpreendido, além das normais peúgas, pijamas e roupa, recebi o que pedi, nestas linhas, os meus coelhinhos Play-Doh [bem como um conjunto especial de ração para que não passem fome, e toca improvisada]. Pi fiquei sem palavras, tu sabes disso, obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R3Bhs5Gc-RI/AAAAAAAAAjs/1T1YcCkLVhg/s1600-h/CIMG6318_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R3Bhs5Gc-RI/AAAAAAAAAjs/1T1YcCkLVhg/s200/CIMG6318_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147721797954500882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, recebi também um conjunto de tubos de ensaio com fragmentos de "Amor", "Saúde", e "Dinheiro", só me falta ler o receituário para verificar as contra-indicações... :) Obrigado CSS, por partilhares comigo estes valores, vou tomá-los ordeiramente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R3BjnpGc-SI/AAAAAAAAAj0/62IG1eRl2ys/s1600-h/CIMG6320_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R3BjnpGc-SI/AAAAAAAAAj0/62IG1eRl2ys/s200/CIMG6320_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147723906783443234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De resto, tenho livros para ler, catálogos de roupa interior para "não-ler", t-shirts para "dar a ler"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6944626183600790819?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6944626183600790819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6944626183600790819' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6944626183600790819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6944626183600790819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/pequenas-coisas.html' title='Pequenas coisas'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R3Bhs5Gc-RI/AAAAAAAAAjs/1T1YcCkLVhg/s72-c/CIMG6318_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6222429390049264248</id><published>2007-12-24T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:02:05.612Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inverno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montanha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frio'/><title type='text'>Fresh start</title><content type='html'>Tudo à volta é silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia é um dia, e vamos palmilhando esta terra com as energias que temos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R2-7GJGc-QI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PNk6eb04nRc/s1600-h/imagem+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R2-7GJGc-QI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PNk6eb04nRc/s200/imagem+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147538613304359170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Subida para a Guarda - IP5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6222429390049264248?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6222429390049264248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6222429390049264248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6222429390049264248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6222429390049264248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh start'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R2-7GJGc-QI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PNk6eb04nRc/s72-c/imagem+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8906660483571677629</id><published>2007-12-24T00:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:01:24.565Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inverno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frio'/><title type='text'>Brzzzz</title><content type='html'>Chegou o tempo frio, o Inverno espreita &amp;#224; nossa porta e vai entrando&lt;br&gt;devagarinho.&lt;br&gt;J&amp;#225; temos neve no topo das montanhas e dias cristalinos...&lt;br&gt;Falta pouco para chegar a primavera e a natureza desabrochar.&lt;br&gt;At&amp;#233; l&amp;#225;... vamos esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R28ENpGc-PI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RsCYNR62DXk/s1600-h/imagem+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R28ENpGc-PI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RsCYNR62DXk/s200/imagem+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147337531525495026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Covão D' Metade - Serra da Estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8906660483571677629?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8906660483571677629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8906660483571677629' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8906660483571677629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8906660483571677629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/brzzzz.html' title='Brzzzz'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/R28ENpGc-PI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RsCYNR62DXk/s72-c/imagem+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5584863732198342305</id><published>2007-12-13T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:41:05.673Z</updated><title type='text'>"O Grande"</title><content type='html'>O Manel, "O Grande" partiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-nos ontem, sim porque todos partilhávamos da sua alegria, do seu viver, mesmo quando ele sabia que ia partir mais depressa do que os outros, e que o seu relógio não duraria muito mais... mesmo assim e mesmo estando preparado foi um choque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tua memória,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sRYOvunYbo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sRYOvunYbo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os nossos caminhos se voltem a encontrar novamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5584863732198342305?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5584863732198342305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5584863732198342305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5584863732198342305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5584863732198342305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-grande.html' title='&quot;O Grande&quot;'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6058697820207201960</id><published>2007-12-05T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:41:14.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Coelhos</title><content type='html'>De certeza que já visionaram a nova propaganda dos televisores Bravia da Sony, os coelhinhos "Play-Doh", como lhe chama invadem New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta animação que vemos nos filmes de hoje em dia, pensei ser mais caso desses, mas não.. é verdadeiro trabalho de artistas e artesãos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica o making off para perceberem a magia que foi fazer esse anúncio, a meu ver um "must", um verdadeiro trabalho de equipa, bem conseguido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JzMsZTf9EU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JzMsZTf9EU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y50UWDRAAIA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y50UWDRAAIA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já agora, se alguém vir o Pai Natal, que lhe diga que podia ficar com um coelhito daqueles para prenda... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6058697820207201960?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6058697820207201960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6058697820207201960' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6058697820207201960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6058697820207201960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/coelhos.html' title='Coelhos'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3172269594282036595</id><published>2007-12-05T00:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:41:26.869Z</updated><title type='text'>EMEL</title><content type='html'>Bloqueei com um rapaz a pedir para comer&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com um rasgo de c&amp;#233;u azul&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com o som da &amp;#225;gua a correr&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com a m&amp;#250;sica a tocar no r&amp;#225;dio&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com um beijo&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com a sensa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de falhar&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com calor&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com o medo de voltar a falhar&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com frio&lt;br&gt;Bloqueei com a onda a rebentar&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bloqueio... e nesses momento sei que vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3172269594282036595?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3172269594282036595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3172269594282036595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3172269594282036595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3172269594282036595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/12/emel.html' title='EMEL'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5711827758916246801</id><published>2007-11-22T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:19:40.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello past...</title><content type='html'>Estava a relembrar umas coisas com a minha irmã, quando veio à conversa este senhor...&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se lembra disto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYr9bO8qnes&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYr9bO8qnes&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestar atenção ao final da música: "o problema não esta no cabelo, esta na cabeça, não se esqueça, lôrabúrra pode ser morena, ruiva, preta, careca, natural", a música não era nenhum ataque às mulheres louras, antes pelo contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5711827758916246801?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5711827758916246801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5711827758916246801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5711827758916246801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5711827758916246801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-past.html' title='Hello past...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-1058805276481181078</id><published>2007-11-19T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:42:42.199Z</updated><title type='text'>Lua &amp; Marte</title><content type='html'>Num episódio de "The West Wing" numa conversa sobre possíveis fundos a ceder à Nasa para uma missão de exploração a Marte, surge a conversa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Leo:  What a waste since the moon.  My generation never got the future it was promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh:  What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  Thirty-five years later, cars, air travel's exactly the same.  We don't even have the Concorde anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh:  The personal computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  A more efficient delivery system for gossip and pornography?  Where's my jet pack?  My colony on the moon?  Just a waste.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me pensar quais serão as expectativas da nossa geração para daqui a 35 anos, e não consigo pensar em nada que não deseja-se mais quando estiver quase na reforma do que se mantenha a haver espaços verdes e intactos onde possa passear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-1058805276481181078?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/1058805276481181078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=1058805276481181078' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1058805276481181078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1058805276481181078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/lua-marte.html' title='Lua &amp; Marte'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4338970240458367564</id><published>2007-11-19T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:37:31.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Perdido</title><content type='html'>Estive perdido...&lt;br /&gt;Não estive perdido como no Alentejo, estive realmente sem saber onde estava, não pelas melhores razões, mas estive...&lt;br /&gt;Tive de recorrer ao velho método, muito pouco ortodoxo de perguntar a estranhos qual o caminho a seguir, isto de confiar nas pessoas logo à primeira não me choca, mas confesso que talvez necessite de reformular a minha visão das coisas. &lt;br /&gt;O mais engraçado, foi quando parei ao lado de duas senhoras idosas, e ao perguntar pela direcção do meu local de destino, uma diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Uhhh!!! [se fosse nos Gato Fedorento, continuava com a expressão "vai dar uma ganda volta!", mas a cara dela dizia tudo]&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto que a outra disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Siga pela estrada e em vez de desandar por acolá, desande por aqui! [o típico "segue, segue" de forma mascarada e uma novidade o desandar acompanhado com uma linguagem gestual que só vista, no meio de todo o alvoroço, percebi que os gestos significavam o monte que rodeava a localidade e que o desandar por aqui, era manter-me neste lado do vale... pacífico].&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao meu destino depois de uma grande volta, é verdade, mas cheguei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais complicado de estar perdido é quando não tens quem te socorra, nesses casos, mais vale parares e olhar bem à tua volta... depois vais ver que encontras a entrada do saco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4338970240458367564?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4338970240458367564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4338970240458367564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4338970240458367564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4338970240458367564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/perdido.html' title='Perdido'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3875769116525885125</id><published>2007-11-12T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:13:11.785Z</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia</title><content type='html'>Hoje barrei de caras com Ben Folds Five... já não me lembrava de ouvir isto... por isso aqui fica uma memória live 'nd kicking... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKcuHaZlFiY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKcuHaZlFiY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3875769116525885125?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3875769116525885125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3875769116525885125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3875769116525885125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3875769116525885125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/filosofia.html' title='Filosofia'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-335230453547628325</id><published>2007-11-11T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:19:25.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Madame Tutli-Putli &amp; The Pearce Sisters</title><content type='html'>Os grandes vencedores do Cinanima 2007 foram estes dois filmes, os quais se mostra um pouco da sua qualidade e um resumo retirado dos sites oficiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Madame Tutli-Putli&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chris Lavis e Maciek Szczerbowski &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Tutli-Putli boards the night train, weighed down with all her earthly possessions and the ghosts of her past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She travels alone, facing both the kindness and menace of strangers. As day descends into dark, she finds herself caught up in a desperate metaphysical adventure. Adrift between real and imagined worlds, Madame Tutli-Putli confronts her demons and is drawn into an undertow of mystery and suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_p6mXt0YkY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_p6mXt0YkY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Pearce Sisters&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Luis Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amusingly bleak hearted tale of two weather lashed old spinsters. &lt;br /&gt;lol and edna pearce live on a remote and austere strip of coast. they scrape out a miserable existence from the sea.  the pearce sisters is a tale of love, loneliness, guts, gore, nudity, violence, smoking and cups of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="280" src="http://www.aardman.com/pearcesisters/ps_clip1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="280" src="http://www.aardman.com/pearcesisters/ps_clip2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-335230453547628325?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/335230453547628325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=335230453547628325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/335230453547628325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/335230453547628325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/madame-tutli-putli-pearce-sisters.html' title='Madame Tutli-Putli &amp; The Pearce Sisters'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-7613559653075878226</id><published>2007-11-11T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:50:48.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Dji Vou Veu Volti</title><content type='html'>Foi só mais um no meio de tantos outros... &lt;br /&gt;Os filmes de animação preencheram esta semana, fica aqui um bom exemplo do que se viu nesta edição do Cinanima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaY6DxV_maU674rWZt_E8KvTZ25YqEdb3nLbhBYcL8v8BmhnBltLSy4Zut5XacFORm1MJl8Rn9qe1y88Qy81C1c0dJKw2vATrBF0rkFnuLiLxfV46wAi71OW5j5w6ieFSZUk2iSTVTyh9bjvLO1HCsWFHM6WD8ocYrNPhyFEtX_qw8FeeH3DXIeMsMXkKI3-51ik7Ib0J4EZD_OKdynvyRGU%26sigh%3D0k4NXV0rGibbAIXiK8aNCcQD19A%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D806e2511cdc7b925%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Di7_t7DLED9OFFscOoJg_APjSRwg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-7613559653075878226?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/7613559653075878226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=7613559653075878226' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7613559653075878226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7613559653075878226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/dji-vou-veu-volti.html' title='Dji Vou Veu Volti'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-336888220235837063</id><published>2007-11-09T01:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:29:02.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><title type='text'>100º</title><content type='html'>É uma marca... segundo o sistema de contagem, este é o 100º post...&lt;br /&gt;Estás quase a trabalhar bem, ainda por cima num dia cão como o que hoje foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica uma memória, que me acompanhou hoje, assim lá nus confins do pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOEMR6TBUhA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOEMR6TBUhA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REM - It's the end of the world (and I fell fine)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs.&lt;br /&gt;Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height.&lt;br /&gt;Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site.&lt;br /&gt;Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.&lt;br /&gt;Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.&lt;br /&gt;Look at that low playing! Fine, then.&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself, serve yourself.&lt;br /&gt;World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right.&lt;br /&gt;You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers.&lt;br /&gt;Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.&lt;br /&gt;Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.&lt;br /&gt;Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.&lt;br /&gt;Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier.&lt;br /&gt;Renegade steer clear!&lt;br /&gt;A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies.&lt;br /&gt;Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide.&lt;br /&gt;Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!&lt;br /&gt;You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it. can't I have some time alone?&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it can't I have some time alone? and I feel fine...fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it. can't I have some time alone?&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it can't I have some time alone? and I feel fine...fine...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-336888220235837063?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/336888220235837063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=336888220235837063' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/336888220235837063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/336888220235837063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/100.html' title='100º'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6191712647116284238</id><published>2007-11-07T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:00:46.346Z</updated><title type='text'>O perfume</title><content type='html'>"Ele insiste, ele insiste,&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo devagar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46RbkaVBtvg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/46RbkaVBtvg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6191712647116284238?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6191712647116284238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6191712647116284238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6191712647116284238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6191712647116284238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-perfume.html' title='O perfume'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3798733058018297324</id><published>2007-11-04T23:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:54:18.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>Certo dia ouvi um pensamento que sempre me ficou atrás da orelha, com o tempo acredito cada vez mais nele. É algo do tipo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quando fores descansar e apenas tiveres atenção para ouvir a tua respiração, nesse momento resolveste todos os problemas que trazes contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disto tenho tentado ouvir só a minha respiração, até hoje ainda não consegui, anseio pelo dia, alguém quer partilhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3798733058018297324?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3798733058018297324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3798733058018297324' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3798733058018297324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3798733058018297324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6287906025580554740</id><published>2007-11-04T01:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:25:38.411Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia - utilidade</title><content type='html'>Num daqueles dia de bastante azáfama, em que corres de um lado para o outro dás com um letreiro na porta do gabinete ao lado do qual estás a trabalhar, será um aviso, será um promenição?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aqui fica mais um pensamento do dia, daqueles que caem aos trambolhões à nossa frente, literalmente... :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Na região de Chiang-Shih, no estado de Song, há lindas florestas de plátanos, amoreiras e ciprestes. Acontece que, quando atingem dois ou três palmos de altura, algumas dessas árvores são cortadas para servir de poleiro; das que medem quatro ou cinco palmos, há algumas que são cortadas para fazer estacas e, das que chegam aos sete e oito palmos, muitas são serradas para tábuas de caixões. Assim, nenhuma destas chegou ao termo natural da sua vida, nem pôde desfrutar, do alto do seu cume, a imagem do mundo para a qual tinha sido criada e, a meio do seu destino, caiu sob os golpes do machado. Este é o perigo de se ser útil ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ichonang-Tseu&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6287906025580554740?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6287906025580554740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6287906025580554740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6287906025580554740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6287906025580554740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/11/pensamento-do-dia-utilidade.html' title='Pensamento do dia - utilidade'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2099268582882062411</id><published>2007-10-28T02:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:04:19.748Z</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>Bem que podiam estragar o dia ao Jack Bauer em dias como este de 25 horas...&lt;br&gt;Em dias destes faz sentido pensar em tudo o que se fez e dizer para consigo, bolas, ganhei uma hora... será que rendeu?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A minha rendeu ... pelo menos pareceu-me que sim... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2099268582882062411?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2099268582882062411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2099268582882062411' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2099268582882062411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2099268582882062411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4760426353698585554</id><published>2007-10-22T00:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:58:47.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abu el Banat</title><content type='html'>Hoje ouvi dois comentários sobre filhos, bastante interessantes.&lt;br&gt;Um numa comidela de caco, &amp;quot;A Mighty Heart&amp;quot; (recomendo vivamente uma ida ao cinema para que gostar do tipo de filme, só peca pela realização muito ao estilo de documentário, banda sonora muito boa) no qual um paquistanês diz que ter um filho é mau, mas ter uma filha é bom.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Outro comentário, que me parece muito mais realista, numa das minhas séries de referência, &amp;quot;The West Wing&amp;quot;, deixo-vos com o original, na série proferido por Jed Bartlet [US President (quem dera que fosse tão culto)] &lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;...fifteen years ago we took a trip to Egypt.  All five of us &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Saw the Pyramids and Luxor and then headed up into the Sinai. We had a guide, a Bedouin man, who called me &amp;#39;Abu el Banat&amp;#39;. And whenever we&amp;#39;d meet another Bedouin, he&amp;#39;d introduce me as Abu el Banat. And the Bedouin would laugh and laugh and offer me a cup of tea. And I&amp;#39;d go to pay them for the tea and they wouldn&amp;#39;t let me. &amp;#39;Abu el Banat&amp;#39; means &amp;#39;Father of daughters&amp;#39; They thought the tea was the least they could do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realmente só um chá poderá acalmar um pai de filhas, digo eu que só tenho uma irmã... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4760426353698585554?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4760426353698585554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4760426353698585554' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4760426353698585554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4760426353698585554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/abu-el-banat.html' title='Abu el Banat'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-1940494483938310777</id><published>2007-10-14T19:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:21:26.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na ouvido não ficou nada...</title><content type='html'>O silêncio açambarcou tudo...&lt;br&gt;Apenas se ouvem os kayak&amp;#39;s a furar a água, e as pangaias a empurrar a mesma.&lt;br&gt;A lua não existe, apenas se vêem as estrelas e o foco dos frontais, tudo o resto é uma imensa escuridão.&lt;br&gt; O barulho do silêncio é grande... açambarcou tudo...&lt;br&gt;De tempos a tempos, ouve-se um rumor de turbulência, um pré-aviso de mais um rápido, e a investida da corrente contra a nossa embarcação, procuramos as pedras que se opõem ao nosso caminho, objectivos, não virar, não encalhar...  &lt;br&gt;Por momentos vagueamos ao sabor da corrente, sem luz, a aproveitar o momento, a paz, guiados pelo barulho do silêncio...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-1940494483938310777?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/1940494483938310777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=1940494483938310777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1940494483938310777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/1940494483938310777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/na-ouvido-no-ficou-nada.html' title='Na ouvido não ficou nada...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2216701079261300270</id><published>2007-10-13T09:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:20:57.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Percorrer muitas estradas&lt;br&gt;voltar para casa&lt;br&gt;e olhar tudo como se fosse pela primeira vez&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;T. S. Eliot&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2216701079261300270?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2216701079261300270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2216701079261300270' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2216701079261300270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2216701079261300270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8822188528075524779</id><published>2007-10-09T00:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:06:47.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E as migalhas vão para ...</title><content type='html'>Pois é, um dia memorável...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O Sr. Veder está de parabéns, lançou um bom disco, a meu ver, e acho que ia ao encontro do que eu esperava.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O Sr. Fonseca, também lançou um bom disco, mas este já tinha mais conhecimento de causa, logo não foi grande novidade. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Temos um ministro que deixou de ter medo de defender a classe dos médicos, e quer aumentar o número de alunos, perfeito, agora começamos a ver os meninos a ficarem com medo de daqui a 10 anos, poder-mos vir a ter médicos no desemprego, perfeito, a sério, melhor só poderia ser, o estado/governo deixar de dar dinheiro para a federação e liga e selecção de futebol. Relativamente aos médicos pode ser que se for verdade o que andam para aí a agoirar, só vá para médico quem realmente tem dom e sapiência para ser médico e não apenas porque foi o que teve as melhores notas. (Tinha escrito, porque foi o &amp;quot;tótó&amp;quot; que se enclausurou do resto do mundo durante a puberdade para ter as melhores notas da turma, mas não me pareceu correcto escrever isso, por isso apaguei. Talvez tenha medo de ofender alguma pessoa que possa vir a ler isto! Mas que fique claro, que por não ter escrito aquilo, quero dizer que acredito que existam muitos médicos e estudantes de medicina que tiveram uma adolescência &amp;quot;quase&amp;quot; normal, e eu conheço muitos! [2 ou 3]) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E tenho dito... talvez amanhã o dia possa ser melhor que o de hoje, se tiver menos um bocadinho de trabalho já poderá ser melhor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8822188528075524779?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8822188528075524779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8822188528075524779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8822188528075524779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8822188528075524779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-as-migalhas-vo-para.html' title='E as migalhas vão para ...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5842732496067223457</id><published>2007-10-08T00:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:20:02.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Discos pedidos</title><content type='html'>Após um boa &amp;quot;comidela de caco&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Factory Girl&amp;quot;, convém acreditar que as nossas decisões ditam o nosso futuro, recomendo o filme ao tipo daquele blog que mete índios à mistura, acho que ele vai gostar. Eu gostei, é diferente do resto que tem andado a rolar pela maioria das telas. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Por falar em arte, Vedder lançou um cd a solo... vai obrigar a uma passagem por um local de culto para conhecer o seu novo trabalho, estou latejante....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5842732496067223457?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5842732496067223457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5842732496067223457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5842732496067223457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5842732496067223457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/discos-pedidos.html' title='Discos pedidos'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-915600038567483415</id><published>2007-10-06T01:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:19:40.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdos</title><content type='html'>Esta é a foto do postal, tirada no meu quarto em cima da cama, a meio da tarde, enquanto repousava, cansado só de pensar no que tinha de arrumar, focado o &lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;font class="texto"&gt;&lt;font class="verbete"&gt; edredão&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, onde se vê o telemóvel (parte) desfocado, uns livros em cima da cama, o móvel dos cd&amp;#39;s à direita, a secretária, a cadeira com o amontoado de roupa por cima e parte da janela, esta fotografia, foi a que ficou melhor de todas as que tirei hoje... &lt;br&gt;Consegui tirar a foto ao que realmente queria, quer era a imagem do meu quarto que estava a ter, assim, tal como é, era!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RwbcjMjiU4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/wQBgyy90J5Y/s1600-h/DSC_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RwbcjMjiU4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/wQBgyy90J5Y/s200/DSC_3187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118020523776955266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-915600038567483415?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/915600038567483415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=915600038567483415' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/915600038567483415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/915600038567483415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/recuerdos.html' title='Recuerdos'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RwbcjMjiU4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/wQBgyy90J5Y/s72-c/DSC_3187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5332098995750771497</id><published>2007-10-05T00:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:54:52.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erro'/><title type='text'>errar</title><content type='html'>Qual é a grande vantagem de um erro?&lt;br&gt;É a vantagem da procura da solução, de procurar o que está correcto.&lt;br&gt;Quantas vezes descobrimos os verdadeiros sentidos da vida num ápice de um erro.&lt;br&gt;Quantas vezes devido a um erro, encontramos o verdadeiro sentido das coisas?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;É na derrota que a maior parte das coisas se passa, no falhanço.&lt;br&gt;Quando se erra, as questões são maiores, vêem-se coisas outrora adormecidas.&lt;br&gt;É no erro que se descobre a fragilidade das coisas.&lt;br&gt;É no erro que aprendo a rir de mim próprio.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;D. Fonseca &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Porque quando erramos, procuramos uma solução, que pode ser de difícil acesso.&lt;br&gt;E avaliamos todos os esforços que damos para obter a solução, dessa forma, valoriza-mos a realidade do certo, e sabemos qual o peso de errar. &lt;br&gt;Procurar ter certeza, faz parte do processo de vida, bem como o processo de errar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Erremos mais vezes, em nome da nossa felicidade.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5332098995750771497?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5332098995750771497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5332098995750771497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5332098995750771497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5332098995750771497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/errar.html' title='errar'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5614933551312635931</id><published>2007-10-04T23:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:55:10.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>funcionais ...</title><content type='html'>Depois do post anterior, decidi procurar algumas frases lindas de t-shirts...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Acho que qualquer dia aproveito algumas ideias para fazer umas...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; "Oh i'm just a social drinker: everytime someone says i'll have a drink I say: So shall I!! " &lt;p&gt;"I don't have a drinking problem! I drink, i get drunk, stay up all night! No problem!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?&amp;nbsp; "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"SEX is not the answer. SEX is the question and YES is the answer!!&amp;nbsp; "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I can only please one person per day. Today isn't your day…and tomorrow don't look good either.&amp;nbsp; "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Kids in the backseat cause accidents Accidents in the backseat cause Kids"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"If you can read this, that means the bitch fell off the bike&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"If we are what we eat then i'm fast, cheap and easy! Wanna bite??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quem souber de mais bonitas para colocar aqui que avise...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sbreinz&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5614933551312635931?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5614933551312635931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5614933551312635931' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5614933551312635931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5614933551312635931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/10/funcionais.html' title='funcionais ...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-947441592669021372</id><published>2007-10-04T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:55:24.113+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love coin Porto'/><title type='text'>Insert Coin</title><content type='html'>Hoje quando passeava por Santa Catarina pela hora do almoço, deparei-me com uma vendedora ambulante, cuja t-shirt tinha estandado:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Love is a GAME&lt;br&gt;INSERT COIN&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(e em letras mais pequeninas por debaixo) &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Good luck&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Só não tirei foto porque acho que ia apanhar uma carga de porrada :D&lt;br&gt;Mas que era lindo de se ver era...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Toma lá o meu saco de moedinhas de 1 cêntimo....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbreinz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-947441592669021372?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/947441592669021372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=947441592669021372' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/947441592669021372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/947441592669021372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ME8Emw6WA1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor inocente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4706868661427858078?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4706868661427858078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4706868661427858078' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4706868661427858078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4706868661427858078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/toymatters.html' title='Toymatters'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3766400956747500478</id><published>2007-09-24T00:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:42:03.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças e afins</title><content type='html'>Simplesmente bonito - escrita para a filha de 7 anos (na altura) quando perguntou ao pai o que seria dela se ele morresse ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZmZmLFEHIQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZmZmLFEHIQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bily Joel - Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my angel&lt;br /&gt;Time to close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And save these questions for another day&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what you've been asking me&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what I've been trying to say&lt;br /&gt;I promised I would never leave you&lt;br /&gt;And you should always know&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you may go&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;I never will be far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my angel&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And still so many things I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the songs you sang for me&lt;br /&gt;WHen we went sailing on an emerald bay&lt;br /&gt;ANd like a boat out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;THe water's dark&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside this ancient heart&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my angel&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to dream&lt;br /&gt;And dream how wonderful your life will be&lt;br /&gt;Someday your child may cry&lt;br /&gt;And if you sing this lullabye&lt;br /&gt;Then in your heart&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all be gone&lt;br /&gt;But lullabyes go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;They never die&lt;br /&gt;That's how you&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que tenho visto, o mais difícil da paternidade é saber responder às questões simples das crianças...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3766400956747500478?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3766400956747500478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3766400956747500478' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3766400956747500478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3766400956747500478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/crianas-e-afins.html' title='Crianças e afins'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8278722425526930508</id><published>2007-09-22T02:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:15:01.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Altos Voos</title><content type='html'>E para recordar voos, uma foto do Portugal Air Show 2007 que decorreu em Évora de 14 a 16 de Setembro de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RvRr9cjiU3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/DPb_yyBdCAk/s1600-h/DSC_2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RvRr9cjiU3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/DPb_yyBdCAk/s200/DSC_2718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112830180353790834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na foto um Hércules C130 da FAP a fazer uma passagem baixa sobre a pista do aeródromo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim foi a melhor foto do dia, o pormenor do avião no meio de todo o restante "barulho" da foto diz tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8278722425526930508?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8278722425526930508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8278722425526930508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8278722425526930508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8278722425526930508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/altos-voos.html' title='Altos Voos'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RvRr9cjiU3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/DPb_yyBdCAk/s72-c/DSC_2718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4945383494568326208</id><published>2007-09-22T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:08:05.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to fly</title><content type='html'>Num altura em que umas meninas lançaram um cover desta música, decidi relembrar aqui o original... &lt;br /&gt;Uma música que relembra os tempo do PPA e que basicamente diz muito sobre o voo em si. Escrita porque Gilmour, passava mais tempo a voar do que nos ensaios e numa altura em que a banda começava a ficar chateado com isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floy - Learning to Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-5EFO8LQrw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-5EFO8LQrw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Into the distance, a ribbon of black&lt;br /&gt;Stretched to the point of no turning back&lt;br /&gt;A flight of fancy on a windswept field&lt;br /&gt;Standing alone my senses reeled&lt;br /&gt;A fatal attraction is holding me fast&lt;br /&gt;How can I escape this irresistible grasp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies&lt;br /&gt;Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice is forming on the tips of my wings&lt;br /&gt;Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything&lt;br /&gt;No navigator to find my way home&lt;br /&gt;Unladen, empty and turned to stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul in tension that's learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Condition grounded but determined to try&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies&lt;br /&gt;Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air&lt;br /&gt;Across the clouds I see my shadow fly&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my watering eye&lt;br /&gt;A dream unthreatened by the morning light&lt;br /&gt;Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sensation to compare with this&lt;br /&gt;Suspended animation, a state of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep my mind from the circling skies&lt;br /&gt;Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----//----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que procurava esta música, encontrei esta outra, desta feita um hit de Tom Petty, na década de 90... que também me parece valer a pensa relembrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Petty - Learning to Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mX9-2xuyP8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mX9-2xuyP8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well I started out down a dirty road&lt;br /&gt;Started out all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the sun went down, as I crossed the hill&lt;br /&gt;And the town lit up, the world got still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings&lt;br /&gt;Coming down is the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the good ol' days, may not return&lt;br /&gt;And the rocks might melt &amp; the sea may burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings&lt;br /&gt;Coming down is the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some say life will beat you down,break your heart, steal your crown&lt;br /&gt;So I've started out, for God knows where&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll know when I get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, around the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;But what goes up must come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings&lt;br /&gt;Coming down is the hardest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4945383494568326208?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4945383494568326208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4945383494568326208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4945383494568326208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4945383494568326208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/learning-to-fly.html' title='Learning to fly'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5804862323191790841</id><published>2007-09-15T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:26:55.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitáfio</title><content type='html'>Hoje quando conduzia erróneamente por umas estradas nacionais perto de nós, tocou esta música que me ficou no ouvido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTJSgLYrs70"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTJSgLYrs70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Titãs - Epitáfio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter amado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter chorado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter arriscado mais&lt;br /&gt;Até errado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter feito o que eu queria fazer&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter aceitado as pessoas como elas são&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe a alegria e a dor que traz no coração&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar...&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter complicado menos&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhado menos&lt;br /&gt;ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter me importado menos&lt;br /&gt;Com problemas pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Ter morrido de amor&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter aceitado a vida como ela é&lt;br /&gt;A cada um cabe alegrias e a tristeza que vier&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído&lt;br /&gt;O acaso vai me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu andar...&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter complicado menos&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhado menos&lt;br /&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5804862323191790841?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5804862323191790841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5804862323191790841' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5804862323191790841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5804862323191790841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/epitfio.html' title='Epitáfio'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4130290791474855683</id><published>2007-09-15T01:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:58:25.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chambao</title><content type='html'>Esta música já rolou pela cabeça, mas só hoje após um belo jantar em Aveiro e andar perdido pelos canais da cidade na companhia de um grande amigo é que descobri qual o grupo... Já agora andámos tão perdidos que acabámos por encontrar um comício do BE... foi bonito ouvir o Louça falar de bio-combustíveis (banca e tal, a única conclusão a que cheguei é que também ele se perdeu)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeBVDKyewZ8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeBVDKyewZ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahi estas tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dejate llevar, por las sensaciones&lt;br /&gt;Que no ocupen en tu via, malas pasiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa pregunta que te haces sin responder&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti está la respuesta para saber&lt;br /&gt;Tu eres el que decide el camino a escoger&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas cosas buenas y malas, elige bien&lt;br /&gt;Que tu futuro se forma a base de decisiones&lt;br /&gt;Y queremos alegrarte con estas canciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí estás tu, tu...&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí estás tu, tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que yo canto porque a mi me gusta cantar&lt;br /&gt;También tu bailas porque a ti te gusta bailar, tu...&lt;br /&gt;Y es que yo canto porque a ti te gusta escuchar&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo canto porque así se puede bailar, tu ...&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí estás tu...&lt;br /&gt;Y a mi me gusta como bailas, tu...&lt;br /&gt;Toa baila, toa baila&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí estás tu...&lt;br /&gt;Y a mi me gusta como te mueves, tu...&lt;br /&gt;Toa baila, toa baila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto por el día, y en mañanas da alegría&lt;br /&gt;Canta tu conmigo si quieres conmigo canta&lt;br /&gt;Canto por las noches, cuando el lorenzo se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Canta tu conmigo, si quieres conmigo canta&lt;br /&gt;Canto pa los pobres que temprano se levantan&lt;br /&gt;Canta tu conmigo, si quieres conmigo canta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí estás tu...&lt;br /&gt;Y a mi me gusta como bailas, tu...&lt;br /&gt;Toa baila, toa bailar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí estás tu...&lt;br /&gt;Y a mi me gusta como te mueves, tu...&lt;br /&gt;Toa baila, toa baila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4130290791474855683?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4130290791474855683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4130290791474855683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4130290791474855683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4130290791474855683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/chambao.html' title='Chambao'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4838600653444771023</id><published>2007-09-12T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:23:46.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vem viver a vida"</title><content type='html'>Enquanto corria saltei por cima desta música...&lt;br /&gt;E faz todo o sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Josh Rouse - Quiet Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsbuMOWs3jU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsbuMOWs3jU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There is a party going down&lt;br /&gt;Interesting people&lt;br /&gt;Conversation to be found&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in cities&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no solitude&lt;br /&gt;I've made some friends here&lt;br /&gt;That I hope I never lose&lt;br /&gt;But, for now&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay in this quiet town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors on my block&lt;br /&gt;They've got stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;This is the grocery&lt;br /&gt;But, once was a hotel&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Driskle he just stands there&lt;br /&gt;With his smile&lt;br /&gt;Inviting everyone he sees&lt;br /&gt;To come inside&lt;br /&gt;This is the life&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a quiet town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss the show&lt;br /&gt;I learned a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss the show&lt;br /&gt;I learned a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;There's a market on the square&lt;br /&gt;Children are playing&lt;br /&gt;Bells are ringing in the air&lt;br /&gt;Old men are drinking&lt;br /&gt;It's a lazy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Content with thinking&lt;br /&gt;That there is nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;But, for now&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stay in this quiet town&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet town&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4838600653444771023?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4838600653444771023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4838600653444771023' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4838600653444771023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4838600653444771023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/vem-viver-vida.html' title='&quot;Vem viver a vida&quot;'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-7623579941289327185</id><published>2007-09-08T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:51:05.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Somos infalíveis na nossa escolha de amantes, particularmente quando precisamos da pessoa errada. Existe um instinto, uma força magnética ou antena que busca o inadequado. A pessoa errada é, obviamente, certa para determinadas coisas - para nos punir, oprimir ou humilhar, para nos desiludir, abandonar ou, pior ainda, para nos dar a impressão de não ser inadequada, mas quase certa, mantendo-nos assim presos no limbo do amor. Não é toda a gente que é capaz de fazer isso.&amp;quot; ; Hanif Kureishi - &amp;quot;Meia Noite Todo o Dia&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Será? Opinem&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-7623579941289327185?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/7623579941289327185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=7623579941289327185' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7623579941289327185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7623579941289327185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6264746106647194795</id><published>2007-09-08T10:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:22:19.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setembro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>When September comes...</title><content type='html'>Volta com trabalho à mistura, uma sensação estúpida de querer mais férias e a inquestionável vontade de não fazer nenhum e ser pago para isso.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Relativamente às férias:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJmN0e8m-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WSTZorkI3xc/s1600-h/DSC_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJmN0e8m-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WSTZorkI3xc/s200/DSC_1637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107757315004341218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Alentejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJm5Ee8m_I/AAAAAAAAAic/AMuIfJFEr3s/s1600-h/DSC_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJm5Ee8m_I/AAAAAAAAAic/AMuIfJFEr3s/s200/DSC_1715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107758058033683442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Lua - talvez possa mesmo esperar, mas é sempre boa companhia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJoaUe8nAI/AAAAAAAAAik/OYJb883HumM/s1600-h/DSC_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJoaUe8nAI/AAAAAAAAAik/OYJb883HumM/s200/DSC_2249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107759728775961602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monsaraz - o encanto fica lá no alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJpK0e8nBI/AAAAAAAAAis/vINLkIVbSwc/s1600-h/31082007(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJpK0e8nBI/AAAAAAAAAis/vINLkIVbSwc/s200/31082007(012).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107760561999617042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Steve Jones - numa qualificação RBAR Porto-Gaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;O resto:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Parece que vou, só não consigo encontrar as pedras do caminho!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6264746106647194795?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6264746106647194795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6264746106647194795' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6264746106647194795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6264746106647194795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-september-comes.html' title='When September comes...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RuJmN0e8m-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WSTZorkI3xc/s72-c/DSC_1637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5307244089618559441</id><published>2007-08-26T18:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:56:27.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechado para férias</title><content type='html'>Amigos(as),&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Comunico que vou de férias, numa road trip á procura do sol, de descanso e pouco mais...&lt;br&gt;Qualquer coisa, escrevam...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back in September....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5307244089618559441?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5307244089618559441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5307244089618559441' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5307244089618559441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5307244089618559441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/fechado-para-frias.html' title='Fechado para férias'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-7384609302995979337</id><published>2007-08-22T06:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T06:15:47.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo sem sentido 2</title><content type='html'>Existem outros momentos no qual o tempo não tem sentido, corre normalmente sempre mais depressa do que o pretendido! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o melhor é dizer a verdade, como exemplifica Paulo Praça, em "(Diz) A Verdade":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u76Ym2a92fY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u76Ym2a92fY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9991561-7384609302995979337?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/7384609302995979337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=7384609302995979337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7384609302995979337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7384609302995979337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-tempo-sem-sentido-2.html' title='O tempo sem sentido 2'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8260875419924733074</id><published>2007-08-17T00:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:41:14.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o tempo sem sentido</title><content type='html'>A mim acontece frequentemente parar no tempo e ignorar o que se passa à minha volta... &lt;br&gt;são aqueles momentos em que não pensas em nada, ao mesmo tempo tudo te passa pela cabeça...&lt;br&gt;e a coisa que mais pode arreliar num momento desses é a pergunta: &amp;quot;em que é que estás a pensar?&amp;quot;... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Não há resposta, mas encontrei uma descrição engraçada:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; (...) adormece-se cedo no fim do mundo.&lt;br&gt;Aproveito o momento para me sentar na proa a olhar o céu, a ouvir a selva. (...) - as estrelas aparecem com a nitidez flutuante de peixes num aquário. Fico ali quieto durante um tempo que não tem paralelo com as medidas que conhecemos para cadenciar esse mesmo tempo. Não importa as horas. É uma dimensão temporal de observação, escuta e introspecção. É um momento de serenidade galáctica.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gonçalo Cadilhe - &amp;quot;Planisfério Pessoal&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eu concordo, especialmente com a serenidade galáctica...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;e venham eles... os momentos de tempo sem sentido...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8260875419924733074?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8260875419924733074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8260875419924733074' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8260875419924733074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8260875419924733074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-tempo-sem-sentido.html' title='o tempo sem sentido'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2084352201179924548</id><published>2007-08-17T00:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:05:07.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>as coisas incertas</title><content type='html'>Ciao,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Por vezes acontecem coisa que tu não estás à espera e dás por ti a ver a tua vida a dar voltas e voltas...&lt;br&gt;Por vezes, basta seguir o impulso, largar as rédeas e deixar a vida fluir, flutuar, despido de medos e de culpas... e que tal, por ventura não complicar... &lt;br&gt;Porque como dizia um amigo num jantar, &amp;quot;por maior que seja a borrada em que estejas metido, eu estou lá contigo&amp;quot;, não podes ter medo de arriscar...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grazie...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eflY3oCWBpI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eflY3oCWBpI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9991561-2084352201179924548?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2084352201179924548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2084352201179924548' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2084352201179924548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2084352201179924548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-coisas-incertas.html' title='as coisas incertas'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3819615070311869538</id><published>2007-08-16T12:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:04:27.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10º, chuva e 40 cm ...</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi um dia em grande!&lt;br&gt;Quando tudo o que previa era um feriado chato e sem fundamento, eis que me saiu o tiro pela culatra.&lt;br&gt;Começou com uma longa conversa com uma pessoa amiga, algo que não estava à espera e que me surpreendeu. &lt;br&gt;Depois de poucas horas de sono, uma viagem em vão até casa do meu companheiro de kayak... tive de andar a mandar pedras para a janela do quarto dele para o acordar, à quinta lá resultou, e sem partir nenhum vidro. O mar não parecia estar em modo de nos receber, a não ser que fosse para andar a beber muita água salgada, apanhamos um esfomeado de boleia e seguimos rumo ao Douro, paramos em Melres e colocamos os kayak&amp;#39;s à água... chapinhamos durante cerca de 2 horas e acabamos o circo após uma grande chuvada e com ondulação no rio a parecer o mar em dia de brisa marítima Achei inacreditável como com um fetch tão pequeno, se formavam ondas de cerca de 40 cm (mini-ondas para os tipos do surf). Um saída estratégica num cais flutuante e toca a procurar alimento para a ténia do esfomeado (naquela altura estávamos todos esfomeados). &lt;br&gt;Um prego e um fino depois, partimos à procura da Black Pit, um geocache, que o esfomeado, tentava capturar pela segunda vez, após uma viagem de altos e baixos (a pé), decidimos enveredar pelo meio da vegetação (bastantes silvas -acho que ainda tenho uma enfiada no tornozelo esquerdo, mas felizmente não havia urtigas), deparamos com um sítio encantador, mas nada da cache, acabamos por desistir de procurar a cache, mas dentro de pouco tempo iremos lá para a 3ª e última tentativa do esfomeado... (agora até eu já vi as dicas do  &lt;a href="http://geocaching.com" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;geocaching.com&lt;/a&gt; e já me lembro da árvore indicada)...&lt;br&gt;Seguimos viagem ao Poço Negro, vale a pena, o desgaste da suspensão da viatura, o caminho atribulado, mas o local é divinal... um poço envolto de pedra negra (o nome não deixa enganar muito), no meio de um vale quase esquecido da presença do Homem (não fosse o lixo deixado pelo caminho pelo verdadeiro Tuga - quando é que vamos ganhar todos consciência que devemos deixar as coisas mais limpas do que as que a encontramos?) e o sítio pareceria novidade como automóvel novo a sair do stand. O poço alimentado por uma pequena cascata, a qual escavou com a força da água, a pedra formando um local bastante ergonómico para uma sessão de hidromassagem, pena a água fria e o sol já não estar a incidir no vale, mas mesmo assim encantador... um local a revisitar... &lt;br&gt;Depois o regresso à viatura e descida até ao Douro, em que discutíamos se comíamos qualquer coisa ou íamos directos para casa devido ao avançar das horas e restantes compromissos do dia, até que somos invadidos por uma nuvem de fumo de frango de churrasco, digamos que ficamos todos rendidos à primeira sniffada... sentamos num daqueles bancos de madeira com mesa ao pé da nacional e lá marchou um pito de aviário e uma broa... roupa e cabelo a cheirar a churrasco e um cansaço inexplicável no resto do corpo... &lt;br&gt;Um jantar com amigos para ajudar a acabar o dia bem... e a expectativa de um dia ainda melhor a caminho...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3819615070311869538?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3819615070311869538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3819615070311869538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3819615070311869538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3819615070311869538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/10-chuva-e-40-cm.html' title='10º, chuva e 40 cm ...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2936308496484259563</id><published>2007-08-13T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:58:47.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartuchadas</title><content type='html'>A queima do último cartucho, ou seja, fazer as últimas tentativas para conseguir um fim, são momentos marcantes de uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o findar do prazo para a entrega de um trabalho, projecto, e vendo que existem coisas para realizar, é normal, como bons tugas, queimar os últimos cartuchos, nalguns casos a limar arestas ao produto final, noutros a completar efectivamente o trabalho, nos últimos dias, envolvendo um esforço acima do normalmente dispendido para a realização da tarefa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado final, pessoalmente, quando vejo o trabalho do outro lado, sinto-me invariavelmente contente, mas se tiver de ter recorrido às cartuchadas, sinto-me também realizado, e sei que será esses momentos que irei recordar, bela tendência para recordar os maus momentos passados, certo? (Provavelmente já não me lembro de quando foi que tomei o melhor café no Porto (por acaso lembro), mas nunca me vou esquecer do incidente em que entornei café por mim abaixo, á um bom par de anos, na baixa.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poderão as cartuchadas ser boas? Talvez, na perspectiva de que te farão lembrar de tudo o que tens de fazer a tempo para a próxima vez, que sabes o que realmente é importante à última da hora, que sabes com quem podes contar para essas adversidades, etc. Não, porque roubam o teu tempo para outras coisas, especialmente para dormir…&lt;br /&gt;Mas existem cartuchadas só na vida material? Não, pois claro. A vida sentimental está cheia delas, quantas vezes damos conta que após um esforço de nossa parte pessoal, está na hora de mudar e seguir para outros lados? Poderemos considerar os entre tantos gastos como cartuchadas, acho que sim. Quer dizer, encaro como que sim, depois que tive uma amiga que disse, “Gostei muito da tua carta, especialmente o facto de teres encarado como uma última cartuchada!” (naquele tempo, ainda não havia a disseminação que é o email e muito menos as sms’s, senão acho que tinha sido essa a expressão usada). Devo confessar que na altura não percebi muito bem o que se passava, porque nem sequer tinha pensado no facto de existirem cartuchadas a esse nível, e até fiquei um pouco desanimado ou melhor desiludido, porque os meus esforços teriam ido em vão. (Reparem que me lembro deste pormenor, pelo simples facto de ser uma cartuchada, não pelo stress traumático que me havia trazido á minha juventude um não de uma menina, o que só comprova a minha teoria anterior descrita das qualidades das cartuchadas como fomentadores de memórias de momentos mal passados.) (Depois disso essa pessoa tornou-se uma grande amiga, a sério, uma Amiga daquelas que sei que posso sempre contar! – “J” se leres isto ignora! :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a minha dúvida é realmente saber, até que ponto é mensurável uma cartuchada na vida afectiva, no nível material é fácil, normalmente existe uma faixa de tempo que podes usar, ao chegar ao limite queimas os cartuchos para chegares ao fim com o teu objectivo cumprido. No entanto, na vida afectiva, a última cartuchada depende de cada pessoa e mesmo dos gestos que se tem com os outros e respectivas respostas, de um sentimento mais triste ou mesmo de uma má interpretação dos outros (erro de falta de comunicação). Penso que por podermos ter tantas variáveis ao barulho, que não é possível quantificar e qualificar as cartuchadas para este nível. Assim vou continuar a tentar aprender algo sobre isso, mas diz-me a experiência que estas coisas se aprendem com o tempo, esperemos que não seja tarde então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ジェームス&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2936308496484259563?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2936308496484259563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2936308496484259563' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2936308496484259563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2936308496484259563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/cartuchadas.html' title='Cartuchadas'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8137073693750285234</id><published>2007-08-13T00:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:09:38.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reecontro</title><content type='html'>Depois de uns dias em que ouvi falar de muita coisa, e nos quais evocaram a fonte de Juventude Eterna, um reequilíbrio com as energias e chakras, cheguei à conclusão que hoje por momentos me encontrei comigo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/Rr-Sid2QxaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vt1vnTRpx8A/s1600-h/12082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/Rr-Sid2QxaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vt1vnTRpx8A/s200/12082007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097954424032118178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu bem por todos os momentos em que me sinto distante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8137073693750285234?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8137073693750285234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8137073693750285234' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8137073693750285234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8137073693750285234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/reecontro.html' title='Reecontro'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/Rr-Sid2QxaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vt1vnTRpx8A/s72-c/12082007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3834242147255333700</id><published>2007-08-11T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:04:37.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>as coisas certas</title><content type='html'>Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes acontecem coisas ao longo dos nossos dias que fazem com tudo ganhe um sentido diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o video de Paolo Nutini exemplifica isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kg_KCsi6aw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kg_KCsi6aw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/9991561-3834242147255333700?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3834242147255333700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3834242147255333700' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3834242147255333700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3834242147255333700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-coisas-certas.html' title='as coisas certas'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6837002346204826464</id><published>2007-08-10T23:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:39:02.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas Luas no dia 27 de Agosto</title><content type='html'>Aviso de última hora...&lt;br&gt;Transcrevo um email quer recebi e é da maior importância para quem achar piada ao facto... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No próximo dia 27 de Agosto, o Planeta Marte será o mais brilhante no início da noite.&lt;br&gt; Parecerá tão grande quanto a Lua cheia. Isto acontecerá no dia 27 de Agosto quando o planeta Marte ficar a 34.65M milhas da Terra. Vê o céu no dia 27 de Agosto, 12.30am. Parecerá que a Terra tem 2&amp;nbsp; luas.  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A próxima vez que ele ficará tão perto da Terra será em 2287.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eu vou ver se o tempo deixar, nem que tenha de andar à procura de sítio.&lt;br&gt;Mais emocionante que isto só mesmo um eclipse solar total, quem já o viveu no meio de um campo percebe o quão importante se torna o sol na nossa vida comum... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abracix&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6837002346204826464?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6837002346204826464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6837002346204826464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6837002346204826464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6837002346204826464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/duas-luas-no-dia-27-de-agosto.html' title='Duas Luas no dia 27 de Agosto'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8874886642321837251</id><published>2007-08-08T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:18:35.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravedigger</title><content type='html'>Estava a ouvir música, quando tocou esta música, e acreditem que sempre que a ouço vem uma lágrima, se fosse Cesária Évora, diria "tenho uma lágrima no canto do olho", mas não sou e digo a verdade, esta música é linda e faz-me chorar! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now you should never have to watch&lt;br /&gt;Your only children lowered in the ground&lt;br /&gt;I mean you should never have to bury your own babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravedigger&lt;br /&gt;When you dig my grave&lt;br /&gt;Could you make it shallow&lt;br /&gt;So that I can feel the rain&lt;br /&gt;Gravedigger&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece fica a melhor versão de todas, a acústica tocada live in Lisbon no passado dia 25 de Maio... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CML7tB9m_Dg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CML7tB9m_Dg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there!!! Foi o melhor concerto que assisti até hoje, e melhor que esse só quando for ver Dave Matthews ao Dragão, que num recinto aberto aquilo deve ficar com o som bem melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8874886642321837251?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8874886642321837251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8874886642321837251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8874886642321837251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8874886642321837251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/gravedigger.html' title='Gravedigger'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-619395366861078565</id><published>2007-08-07T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:13:18.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto "Espece"</title><content type='html'>Por dias, existem momentos em que digo a mim mesmo, que deveria escrever qualquer coisa... aliás por isso criei o blog, para partilhar as minhas ideias com os outros, o título, descreve bem aquilo que pretende, é mesmo partilhar as coisas que ficam cá dentro e que não partilho com os outros ou por serem demasiado estúpidas, ou demasiado disparatadas, não fazem sentido serem ditas que não na blogosfera. Mas hoje superei-me, adiantei-me aos meus medos e pessimismos e tentei escrever um pseudo-conto, totalmente surreal e fora de qualquer contexto que possam imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome, vem de uma curta conversa com o Índio, acercas de coisas que fazem "espece" (ai esse termo tão sulista que adoro)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem, eu posso afirmar que não gosto, como sempre quero algo mais, caio no erro de procurar algo mais perfeito e acabo por não me contentar com o que tenho, mas vou-me habituando a essa ideia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liguei-te…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me atendeste, ainda bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante os momentos em que o telefone do outro lado tocava, fazia filmes na minha cabeça para saber por ventura o que te poderia querer dizer, e porque motivo te ligava. Aparentemente, não havia nada a dizer, um "Olá!" seguido de uma conversa banal, não seriam nada aparentemente surreal, mas estava nervoso com o telefonema, porque não responder à pergunta colocada por mim mesmo sobre a sua origem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente descobriria que preferiria ficar calado e ouvir-te falar de todas as tuas teorias e ideias feitas da sociedade e de tudo quanto nos rodeia. Mas não, tu não me atendeste a chamada e fiquei bem, contente, porque o desassossego passou e nem sequer tinha perdido nada, pois nem tinha nada de importante a dizer, apenas tinha algo importante a ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segui a minha viagem de maneira tranquila com uma sensação de que continuava a ter tanto para te dizer, sem nada me dizer que sim que era isso que eu queria. Provavelmente as coisas iriam fluir quando começasses a falar e eu iria falar e falar contigo durante minutos sem fim, se não houvesse nada que interrompesse a nossa conversa. Aparentemente, a simples ideia de te ligar por ligar não faria sentido na minha cabeça, mas naquele momento, precisava de te ouvir e de confirmar que estarias ali ao meu lado no éter de uma chamada, e que irias ficar tão entusiasmada com a chamada como eu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensava em ir para um cantinho isolado, falar contigo sem ser descoberto, falar longamente como quem passeia à beira-mar, num rasgo de sol, no meio de uma tormenta, mas não, continuei no meu local de sempre a contar os segundos que faltavam para sair e ter uma desculpa para te ligar novamente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava perdido nos meus pensamentos quando o telefone toca, atendo e dizes-me "Olá amor…" fico sem palavras, e esqueço tudo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para acompanhar o conto, fiquem com um vídezito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxQ2zylvZ_E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxQ2zylvZ_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-619395366861078565?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/619395366861078565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=619395366861078565' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/619395366861078565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/619395366861078565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/conto-espece.html' title='Conto &quot;Espece&quot;'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5818214005149270844</id><published>2007-08-07T00:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:19:05.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... blergh ...</title><content type='html'>Estou cansado... :|&lt;br&gt;Há quem esteja a precisar de trabalho, mas eu estou é a precisar de férias... &lt;br&gt;Acho que falta pouco, e este bocadinho de tempo é que vai custar a passar... :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Até já, hoje não tenho cabeça para mais... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-5818214005149270844?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/5818214005149270844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=5818214005149270844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5818214005149270844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/5818214005149270844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/blergh.html' title='... blergh ...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-2613213246753535363</id><published>2007-08-05T23:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:23:45.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia comprido 2</title><content type='html'>Hoje o dia foi em grande também.&lt;br /&gt;A começar de manhãzinha, depois de umas horitas na cama com um raid de moto4 pela Serra de Canelas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi interessante, mas algo complicado,, devo confessar, a utilização da moto4 em raid é totalmente diferente, a gravidade nem parece a mesma força, e acreditem que puxa mesmo sempre para baixo. A terra, pó e lama eram em demasia e por variados momentos não via nada à minha frente tanto era o pó no ar, uma visibilidade abaixo de 1/8, com o perigo constante de numa moto4 não sermos nós que controlamos a moto, mas o chão, não é bem assim, mas quase... Depois no final um banhito à moto e ao pilotaço... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrZNxt2QxZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k8U39YH3300/s1600-h/05082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrZNxt2QxZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k8U39YH3300/s200/05082007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095345544932410770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois um almoço em Aveiro e uma compra em grande que por motivos de força maior, vou ter de guardar para poder partilhar convosco. Um final de tarde à beira mar com grandes amigos e uma soneca no sofá da sala (habitué de domingo???)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim mais um dia bem passado...&lt;br /&gt;Até já...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-2613213246753535363?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/2613213246753535363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=2613213246753535363' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2613213246753535363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/2613213246753535363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/dia-comprido-2.html' title='Dia comprido 2'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrZNxt2QxZI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k8U39YH3300/s72-c/05082007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-4229244214284464349</id><published>2007-08-04T19:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:12:29.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia comprido</title><content type='html'>Bolas...&lt;br /&gt;Existem dias compridos, a imaginar pela quantidade de coisas que se vão fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um desses dias, de manhã, fui montar com o resto do pessoal do núcleo uma parede de escalada, quer dizer, fiquei a ver montar, segurei uns tubos, dei umas opiniões e pelo meio ainda puxei umas cordas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrTBRN2QxXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T1l_MgBR-W4/s1600-h/04082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrTBRN2QxXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T1l_MgBR-W4/s200/04082007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094909579982062962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarefa ficou comprida já a meio da tarde, o que impôs uma viagem à nave desportiva descarregar uma placa excedentária, e nisto, ver o expectáculo, ou melhor a preparação do espectáculo do amiguinho Tony Carreira, que actua pela noite de hoje, no recinto... fantástico, para a próxima contratamos aqueles tipos para montar a parede de escalada, e aposto que em menos de 30 minutos fica no sítio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrTBa92QxYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Exm5PX7s1Yw/s1600-h/04082007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrTBa92QxYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Exm5PX7s1Yw/s200/04082007(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094909747485787522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda deu tempo para ir a um bar de praia, tomar um refresco, jogar beach voley com a minha primalhada toda e arranjar-me para o concerto do ano do GAS que vai ser dentro de momentos em Guetim... ai ai ai,  vai ser lindo, ainda vou a tempo de decorar umas letrinhas para logo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-4229244214284464349?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/4229244214284464349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=4229244214284464349' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4229244214284464349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/4229244214284464349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/dia-comprido.html' title='Dia comprido'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_blKYadBQYBk/RrTBRN2QxXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T1l_MgBR-W4/s72-c/04082007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-7261007436365549516</id><published>2007-08-01T23:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:53:42.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias, Perseidas e afins?</title><content type='html'>A mim já me começa a cheirar a férias...&lt;br&gt;O local de trabalho está vazio... no nosso piso, só o nosso gabinete e um na outra ponta é que tem vida própria...&lt;br&gt;Mais 15 dias e também vou para o descanso dos deuses... mas ainda tenho de descobrir onde isso fica... :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E Perseidas? Normalmente o auge desta chuva acontece a dia 12, domingo, mas claro dias 11 e 13 também são dias de chuva de estrelas.... aliás a melhor chuva de Perseidas que vi, foi num dia 11 :D &lt;br&gt;(NOTA1: o pico de actividade de Perseidas é de 17 Julho a 24 de Agosto, NOTA2: 12 e 13 são noites de Lua Nova) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Algum dos meus ilustres leitores se quer juntar numa pesquisa interplanetária de vida para além da Terra? Esqueçam, eu também não, pelo menos com esta idade, mas ir ver as estrelinhas que me dizem?&lt;br&gt;Podemos discutir locais e coisas assim... mas qualquer campo longe da cidade e sem luz serve... Ó índio, podemos repetir os copos de martini em Braga, por exemplo... Também podemos ir visitar as pedras parideiras a Arouca... tantos sítios... digam coisas... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bjs e abraços&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S.: os a fins ficaram perdidos, talvez amanhã apareçam por aí...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-7261007436365549516?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/7261007436365549516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=7261007436365549516' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7261007436365549516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/7261007436365549516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/frias-perseidas-e-afins.html' title='Férias, Perseidas e afins?'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-9001759519652868470</id><published>2007-08-01T15:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:44:33.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneca</title><content type='html'>O trabalho tem destas coisas, posso aceder ao mail e coloca coisas novas no blog!&lt;br&gt;Mas hoje devo ter sido atacado por uma Tsé-Tsé... &lt;br&gt;Maldita, tou cheio de sono!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abracix&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-9001759519652868470?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/9001759519652868470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=9001759519652868470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/9001759519652868470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/9001759519652868470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/08/soneca.html' title='Soneca'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-6998556773139337320</id><published>2007-07-30T23:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:33:20.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias dos outros...</title><content type='html'>Apetecia-me novamente escrever sobre a felicidade, mas corro o risco de ouvir comentários do tipo &amp;quot;estás muito introspectivo&amp;quot;, que talvez até possa ser verdade, mas custa a admitir. &lt;br&gt;Devo relembrar-me a mim mesmo que a minha situação dos últimos 15 dias, não tem sido das mais fáceis e que tem puxado demais por mim, em grande parte, por alguma falta de organização, mea culpa, e o que tem levado a uns resultado não tão bons como pretendidos. &lt;br&gt;Como diriam as pessoas da qualidade e da organização, está a chegar a fase da avaliação, e é muito importante que esta seja feita, no meu ver dou-me uma nota intermédia, cumpri todos os objectivos e consegui fazer umas coisitas mais, mas poderia ter sido melhor... para o próximo ano, vamos ver como corre, a verdade é que já vou partir com uma mais valia, que é a experiência deste ano. :D &lt;br&gt;Falo claro das férias dos meus pais, que me deixam a casa abandonada durante 2 semanas e meia, as obrigações que esta acarreta bem como o peso do(s) trabalho(s) que tenho sobre os ombros...&lt;br&gt;Bem pelo menos as plantas não secaram, os bichos não morreram à fome/sede, o aquário foi limpo, a casa foi quase arrumada (está igual ao como eles deixaram), aprendi uns pratos novos na cozinha, etc... &lt;br&gt;O que tem haver com a felicidade, é que o facto das coisas não correrem como desejamos, deixa-nos em baixo, naturalmente, mas o importante é estar de olhos abertos para saber aproveitar as oportunidades para sorrir e seguir em frente... o que importa é não complicar... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Até já...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-6998556773139337320?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/6998556773139337320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=6998556773139337320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6998556773139337320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/6998556773139337320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/07/frias-dos-outros.html' title='Férias dos outros...'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-9097385928295205835</id><published>2007-07-30T00:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:30:28.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples prazeres da vida</title><content type='html'>Existem simples prazeres da vida, que são como pequenos estímulos para o nosso bem-estar.&lt;br&gt;Como diria George Clonney, no seu anúncio da Martini... (amigo, estou contigo... aliás só me lembrei de ti, por causa do copo que me acompanha)... &lt;br&gt;Qualquer coisa pode servir, e claro que os pequenos prazeres variam de pessoa para pessoa (ainda bem que não somos todos iguais), e poderia por aqui enumerar um sem número de pequenas coisas que me agradam, mas acho que nunca acabaria a lista, ou poderia passaria a tentar procurar atingir cada uma dessas situações para forçar pequenos prazeres... não esqueçamos que estes prazeres só se revelam quando inesperados. &lt;br&gt;Mas posso citar exemplos, um dia passado com um grande grupo de amigos, receber um email de alguém perdido no meio da selva e que nos consegue contar o prazer de lá estar, dar sangue (não, não me sinto herói, mas sinto-me bem para com a sociedade), dormir na tarde de domingo, relaxado no sofá da sala a apanhar um solzinho quente, aprender a usar as máquinas de lavar e secar a roupa&amp;nbsp; (já era sem tempo, não), ver o resultado depois de tentar arrumar a casa (é um princípio, começar a tentar...), ver uma séria de culto, descobrir que se calhar a PS3 poderá estar mais barata do que pensava, receber desculpas esfarrapadas via sms às tantas da manhã... &lt;br&gt;Enfim... para ter prazer na vida, basta-nos vivê-la... da forma que melhor soubermos... se calhar o necessário é não complicar...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-9097385928295205835?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/9097385928295205835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=9097385928295205835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/9097385928295205835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/9097385928295205835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/07/simples-prazeres-da-vida.html' title='Simples prazeres da vida'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-3482583585894241107</id><published>2007-07-29T01:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:28:02.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Somos livres para escolher, mas prisioneiros das consequências.&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-3482583585894241107?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/3482583585894241107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=3482583585894241107' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3482583585894241107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/3482583585894241107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-8826510508219226291</id><published>2007-07-29T01:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:18:35.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O mundo é um local estranho…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes sinto que é capaz de ser amistoso o suficiente para me sentir mal com ele, ou será que nessas alturas me sinto mal comigo mesmo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes penso que não sei como me exprimir, ou será que não sei interpretar os meus sentimentos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes acho que as ideias são como cavalos de corridas, ou será que apenas passeiam lentamente pelo nosso cérebro até serem pescadas?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes acho que sou enganado pelos meus sonhos, ou será que não acredito o suficiente neles?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes acho que simplesmente estou errado, ou será que tenho uma peneira a tapar-me o sol?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes acho que o mar vai transbordar, ou será que não passa tudo de um mito?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9991561-8826510508219226291?l=orinol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/feeds/8826510508219226291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9991561&amp;postID=8826510508219226291' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8826510508219226291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9991561/posts/default/8826510508219226291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orinol.blogspot.com/2007/07/ser.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>Orinol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12864143198351803220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/4720/200/f1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9991561.post-5882502522464394862</id><published>2007-07-27T15:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:24:47.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>Segundo o JN, ou melhor a revista do último sábado, as mulheres entre os 25 e 35 anos, têm cerca de 15 parceiros sexuais por ano...&lt;br&gt;Eu julgo que devo andar perdido! :D&lt;br&gt;Alguém quer comentar isto?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ihih&lt;br&gt; 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