<?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-6320694</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:14.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>        « NinoKaS »                       </title><subtitle type='html'>......NuMa TeMpEsTaDe De IdEiAs!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-110055752275441920</id><published>2004-11-15T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:28:57.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Greve</title><summary type='text'>Sual-karta, e isto é um ultimato:)vai haver greve de estudantes com concentração em Faro, nós (associação de estudantes da escola secundaria de Tavira) justificaremos as faltas aos alunos da escola, que estejam presente até ao fim.Lutamos pelo fim das aulas de 90 minutos, pela descriminação dos estudantes de cursos tecnico-profissionais, contra os exames de 9ºano e nota minima9,5.-tou a contar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/110055752275441920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/110055752275441920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110055752275441920' title='Greve'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-110037785877992309</id><published>2004-11-13T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:03:04.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Saahara Ocidental e Marrocos-um sonho de verão</title><summary type='text'>Três semanas de aventura.Depois de 1acampamento em H20Madeiros, cheio de emoçoes, parti na sexta-feira para o Algarve, dia 20, salvo muitos erros, cheguei á meia noite e sai á 1 hora de la matina-foi olá mãe, xau pai!Era um pegeout405, de 18 anos, contados e cheio de tralha levou 6 pessoas á 6000km, debaixo de 48º, chuva e sobre a areia....fizemos muitas amizades, e algumas foram parar ao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/110037785877992309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/110037785877992309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110037785877992309' title='Saahara Ocidental e Marrocos-um sonho de verão'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-110037651673623666</id><published>2004-11-13T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:08:36.736Z</updated><title type='text'>VOLTEIIIIIIII</title><summary type='text'>Depois, de muitos meses, de muito tempo a meditar na vida, e a delirar com os sonhos, retomo hoje,´e é data historica, ao meu velho diario da blogosfera.Já tinha saudades disto:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/110037651673623666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/110037651673623666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110037651673623666' title='VOLTEIIIIIIII'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108733074598134006</id><published>2004-06-15T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:19:05.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Continuo a agradecer as vossas visitas, mas este blog vai estar parado durante uns bons tempos. Sábado começo o trabalhito de verão, na ilha de Tavira, e será ate dia 14 de Agosto. No dia 15 vou para o acampamento Baptista, lá em H20 Madeiros... este ano só posso mesmo ir ao jovens dois.Dia 21, sigo viagem para Marrocos e seguidamente para o Sahara Ocidental. Vou realizar um dos meus grandes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108733074598134006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108733074598134006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108733074598134006' title=''/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108707627399015824</id><published>2004-06-12T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:37:53.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 De Junho</title><summary type='text'>No dia 10 de Junho as igrejas da AIBA reuniram-se em Portimão para um encontro no parque natural da ria de Alvor, A ROCHA. Entre o tempo especial de convivio e a beleza da natureza e o convivio,foi bom rever o Ruben Heleno, que trabalha por aquelas bandas e os amigos de Alfandaga e Faro.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108707627399015824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108707627399015824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108707627399015824' title='10 De Junho'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108707525598788206</id><published>2004-06-12T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:40:36.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui ver Portugal perder e a Espanha Ganhar</title><summary type='text'>Fui para o centro comercial ver, no ecrã gigante, Portugal perder e ao estadio do Algarve, ver a Espanha ganhar!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108707525598788206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108707525598788206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108707525598788206' title='Fui ver Portugal perder e a Espanha Ganhar'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108681264921128917</id><published>2004-06-09T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T20:48:08.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EURO2004</title><summary type='text'>Sábado estou no estadio!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108681264921128917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108681264921128917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108681264921128917' title='EURO2004'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108681246591673694</id><published>2004-06-09T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:21:05.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luto Nacional</title><summary type='text'>A próxima sexta-feira vai ser dia de luto nacional, decretou o Governo, a coincidir com o funeral de Sousa Franco. Também já todas as forças políticas cancelaram todas as acções de campanha para as eleições europeias, que se realizam no domingo. A morte súbita e inesperada do cabeça de lista do PS chocou o país. A autópsia ao corpo revela fragilidades cardiovasculares.São momentos tristes que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108681246591673694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108681246591673694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108681246591673694' title='Luto Nacional'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108681222256427159</id><published>2004-06-09T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:29:01.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FÉRIAS</title><summary type='text'>Estou oficialmente de férias:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108681222256427159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108681222256427159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108681222256427159' title='&lt;strong&gt;FÉRIAS&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108664454513329312</id><published>2004-06-07T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T22:42:25.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Terra Da Cortiça"</title><summary type='text'>No dia 1 de junho, e aproposito das comemoraçoes dos 60 anos de conselho, SBras de Alportel promoveu um desfile de roupas em cortiça. "Terra da Cortiça", foi o titulo proposto e contou com desfiles d Pelcor,e de dois estilistas, entre eles o meu miguito Bruno São Vicente, que apresentou a sua marca, "De São Vicente". Foi um grande espetaculo, transmitido em parte pela Sic e Tvi, nos telejornais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108664454513329312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108664454513329312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108664454513329312' title='&quot;Terra Da Cortiça&quot;'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108647045229293001</id><published>2004-06-05T22:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T22:20:52.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Gilardino Conduziu a Itália à Final</title><summary type='text'>O conjunto de José Romão cometeu erros fatais, bem aproveitados pela "squadra azzurra". Agora resta lutar pelo terceiro lugar do Europeu, que dá acesso aos Jogos Olímpicos.  Portugal perdeu 1-3 frente à Itália, nas meias-finais do Campeonato da Europa de sub-21 e desperdiçou uma boa oportunidade para se qualificar para os Jogos Olímpicos de Atenas. Os erros cometidos pela turma das quinas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108647045229293001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108647045229293001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108647045229293001' title='O Gilardino Conduziu a Itália à Final'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108594763229687075</id><published>2004-05-30T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T21:07:12.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Herman Sic</title><summary type='text'>...vou ver o Herman</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594763229687075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594763229687075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594763229687075' title='Herman Sic'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108594743805837243</id><published>2004-05-30T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T21:09:12.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...esperando a morte...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594743805837243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594743805837243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594743805837243' title=''/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108594646162589873</id><published>2004-05-30T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T20:50:59.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Prémio da Europa</title><summary type='text'>Apesar das boas indicações deixadas pelos BAR-Honda durante todo o fim-de-semana foi Michael Schumacher que obteve nova pole position, aproximando-se mais um pouco do recorde ainda detido por Ayrton Senna...Fiquei a ver corridita:D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594646162589873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594646162589873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594646162589873' title='Grande Prémio da Europa'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108594628030778415</id><published>2004-05-30T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T20:44:40.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Vocábulo</title><summary type='text'>Ferro, no Comício do PS para as eleições europeiasO secretário-geral do PS, Ferro Rodrigues, apelou aos portugueses para que não se fiem em sondagens, na necessidade de dar um "cartão amarelo" ao Governo e inventou a palavra "promentir". Vocábulo inexistente, mas que pretende juntar a ideia de "promessas feitas mas não cumpridas".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594628030778415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594628030778415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594628030778415' title='Novo Vocábulo'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108594609530976641</id><published>2004-05-30T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T20:41:35.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa Pia</title><summary type='text'>O processo Casa Pia tem 10 arguidos e, no total, mais de 1500 crimes. A contagem foi feita pelo Ministério Público depois de quase um ano de investigação.Agora comparem os valores...dá uma media de 150 crimes por individuo.Contudo sabe-se que são, pertemcentes 1164 crimes a  Carlos Silvino, a maioria de abuso sexual e violação de crianças mas também favorecimento à prostituição e peculato. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594609530976641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108594609530976641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594609530976641' title='Casa Pia'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108568941214611316</id><published>2004-05-27T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T21:23:32.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tróia</title><summary type='text'>Gostei! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568941214611316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568941214611316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568941214611316' title='Tróia'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108568864436447707</id><published>2004-05-27T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T21:26:53.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Sonho de Mulher</title><summary type='text'>Um Sonho de Mulher....já votaram? Sual toca a votar na minha amiga Andreia Cristina(Amiga, força, Tavira e o Benfica está contigo:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568864436447707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568864436447707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568864436447707' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://umsonhodemulher.sapo.pt/&quot;&gt;Um Sonho de Mulher&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108568821994439876</id><published>2004-05-27T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T21:03:39.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto</title><summary type='text'>PORTOOOOOÉ verdade eu não sou Portista. Mas ontem colei os olhos ao ecrã como em todos os jogos, e fiquei a torcer por ele...afinal é portuguêsJFoi uma vitória merecida!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568821994439876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568821994439876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568821994439876' title='Porto'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108568699043430979</id><published>2004-05-27T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T20:43:10.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre-Arbítrio</title><summary type='text'>Todo o ser Humano tem capacidade de escolha, e parte-se do principio que as pessoas tem alternativas para poderem efectuar a sua escolha livremente. Porem, será qual o Homem possui livre-arbítrio?	Sobre este ponto, a historia da filosofia contem duas opiniões opostas: determinismo e indeterminismo. As palavras derivam do verbo latino, determinare, que significa «decidir» ou «estipular».O </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568699043430979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108568699043430979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568699043430979' title='Livre-Arbítrio'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108551862127163814</id><published>2004-05-25T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:57:49.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotolist</title><summary type='text'>E toca a visitar o meu Fotolist</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108551862127163814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108551862127163814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108551862127163814' title='Fotolist'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108551751686936920</id><published>2004-05-25T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:51:26.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queima de Fim-de-Semana</title><summary type='text'>E este fim-de-semana foi fim-de-semana de queima. Estava a voltar de Lisboa quando parrei em Évora para fazer uma visitinha á minha mana Nita.Andei a conhecer um cadinho da cidade e á noite a esprimentar capas de traje:)Na queima, a banda apresentada foi Clã, não que eu goste muito mas sempre deu para o sual se divertir.No domingo, e depois da ramboia... bem eram 3 da tarde quando o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108551751686936920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108551751686936920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108551751686936920' title='Queima de Fim-de-Semana'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108507434945809985</id><published>2004-05-20T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:32:29.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amigos desculpem....tenho andado um cadinho atarefada com isto dos testes e tudo mais e ando um cadinho desligada aqui da minha tempestade, mas para a semana volto:)beijoka gande e bigada pelas visiats e comentarios:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108507434945809985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108507434945809985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108507434945809985' title=''/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108507380311696474</id><published>2004-05-20T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:35:06.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FathersLoveLette</title><summary type='text'>Sual,não deixem de visualizarIsto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108507380311696474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108507380311696474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108507380311696474' title='FathersLoveLette'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108482318609829648</id><published>2004-05-17T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T20:57:19.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BENFICAAAAAAA</title><summary type='text'>...e tÁ td dito:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108482318609829648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108482318609829648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108482318609829648' title='BENFICAAAAAAA'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108448295605116188</id><published>2004-05-13T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:04:24.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas-Vindas</title><summary type='text'>Bem-vinda Bekinhas, aqui á blogosfera!Sual, é um blog que promete, toca a visitar!www.bequinhas.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448295605116188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448295605116188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448295605116188' title='Boas-Vindas'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108448266477115435</id><published>2004-05-13T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T22:16:59.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?????de quem é????</title><summary type='text'>Mas afinal de quem é este Blog ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448266477115435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448266477115435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448266477115435' title='?????de quem é????'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108448155872267134</id><published>2004-05-13T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:52:38.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zona Metropolitana do Algarve</title><summary type='text'>Está para breve a criação da gande zona metropolitana do Algarve. Este projecto irá reunir todos os municipios em apenas um e quem está na presidencia da junta de muncipios..? pois é o Sr. Macário Correia.Parece que este projecto tem futuro, mas será que há população suficiente para criar esta zona assim como infra-estruturas? e será que as varias cidades não estão ainda bastante afastadas, umas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448155872267134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448155872267134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448155872267134' title='Zona Metropolitana do Algarve'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108448078784275664</id><published>2004-05-13T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:48:57.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Construção da Circular norte na Zona Sul?</title><summary type='text'>Hoje, estava eu a chegar a S.Bras de Alportel quando me deparo com obras á entrada da vila. Havia um placar enorme e dizia assim: "ATENÇÃOJá começaram as obras para a circular norte de S.Bras de AlportelCircule com cuidado."fui até á bomba de gasolina e encontrei o final das obras,onde estava novamente um placar igual. Agora o melhor, isto tudo passa-se na zona sul da vila, ou seja eles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448078784275664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108448078784275664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448078784275664' title='Construção da Circular norte na Zona Sul?'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108429543647982804</id><published>2004-05-11T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T18:10:36.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Igualdade</title><summary type='text'>Hoje apetece-me falar de igualdade de direitos, da liberdade e do respeito.Talvez porque ande a estudar a constituição e ande com aquela frase "A liberdade de cada um acaba onde a liberdade do outro começa". Na verdade se refletissemos mais sobre ela, talvez não cultivasse-mos tanto aquilo a que chamo de principios de egoismo, em que apenas olhamos o nosso umbigo e desprezamos quem a nossa volta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108429543647982804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108429543647982804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429543647982804' title='Igualdade'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108402847034862663</id><published>2004-05-08T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T16:05:39.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem não souber cantar de galo...que se disfarce!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108402847034862663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108402847034862663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402847034862663' title=''/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108402821525301180</id><published>2004-05-08T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T16:01:24.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Cunha Manuel</title><summary type='text'>Há dias estávamos numa aula e alguém comentava o passado do prof. Cunha Manuel.O stor intrigado interrompeu e explicou o que defacto tornava o seu nome popular.Em tempos, a rainha de Inglaterra, num caso extraconjugal envolveu-se com o avó deste professor, e deu á luz aquele que foi o seu pai. Na época e como estas coisas devem ser abafadas, a criança foi transferida para outro pais, que foi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108402821525301180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108402821525301180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402821525301180' title='Professor Cunha Manuel'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108401152634391690</id><published>2004-05-08T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T16:06:33.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem!</title><summary type='text'> A isto chama-se....CORAGEM!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108401152634391690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108401152634391690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108401152634391690' title='Coragem!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108395981440636431</id><published>2004-05-07T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T21:04:36.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Código da Estrada</title><summary type='text'>"O ministro da Administração Interna garantiu quinta-feira que o novo Código da Estrada vai entrar em vigor até ao fim deste mês e inclui um regime especial de contra-ordenações. De acordo com Figueiredo Lopes, que falava num encontro sobre segurança rodoviária que decorre até sexta-feira no Centro Cultural de Belém, em Lisboa,"durante a próxima semana, o documento vai estar pronto para depois</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108395981440636431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108395981440636431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108395981440636431' title='Novo Código da Estrada'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108385307714310028</id><published>2004-05-06T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T15:22:23.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Amigos na Fama :)</title><summary type='text'>Se há tempos estavamos felizes porque a miga Andreia Martins ( a nossa miss escola exotica ) tinha ganho o premio Miss Algarve Mais, e mais tarde Miss Benfica, agora podemo-nos congratular pela sua presença na final de Um Sonho de Mulher. A Tessinha ( BIG BOSS ) que sempre sonhou entrar num programa de Tv, agora contracena na serie Ana e os Sete. A Ana Chita ( a nossa apresentadora de concursos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108385307714310028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108385307714310028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385307714310028' title='Os Amigos na Fama :)'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108375021027549931</id><published>2004-05-05T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:13:48.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4º Volta ao Algarve em Carros de Colecção</title><summary type='text'>Realizou-se na passada segunda-feira a 4º volta ao Algarve em carros de colecção. Entre telas por terminar, trabalhos para fazer, abandonei tudo e lá fui eu para a rua ver passar as maquinas do passado!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108375021027549931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108375021027549931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108375021027549931' title='4º Volta ao Algarve em Carros de Colecção'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108374883632719823</id><published>2004-05-05T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:27:13.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><summary type='text'>Para o ano será a vez do Benfica....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108374883632719823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108374883632719823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374883632719823' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108374754387744968</id><published>2004-05-05T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:05:54.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana</title><summary type='text'>Já foi há alguns dias, mas ainda é de comentar!No passado fim-de-semana estive no concerto de bandas, na igreja da Marinha Grande.Foi um tempo muito bem passado, entre a companhia dos amigos e a presença de Deus.O Tiago e o Lukas, foram os ilustres apresentadores, e quanto ao Tiago, ainda nos presentiou com 1 brilhante espetaculo de sapateado...(tens jeito!)Entre as muitas bandas não posso </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108374754387744968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108374754387744968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374754387744968' title='Fim-de-semana'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108374670085787253</id><published>2004-05-05T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:05:38.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resultado do teste dos Paletós</title><summary type='text'>GabardineLogo que o cliente entrou na loja eu percebi, como se de uma revelação setratasse: A gabardine que o Gonçalo costuma passear pela loja, iria encaixarneste cliente como um belo soco encaixava no Paulo Portas. Feito parapessoas que além de protecção querem classe, além de pose queremflexibilidade, pessoas como o cliente que muitas vezes se vêem ambulandoentre extremos e com uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108374670085787253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108374670085787253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374670085787253' title='Resultado do teste dos &lt;a href=&quot;http://WWW.paletos.blogs.sapo.pt&quot;&gt;Paletós&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108315295078526330</id><published>2004-04-28T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T12:53:25.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpem....</title><summary type='text'>Amiguinhos,ir. e visitantes, peço a todos imensas desculpas, pela falta de actulizações, aqui na tempestade, mas certo é que estou sem internet em casa e vou assim ficar por mais uns dias. Continuo a agradecer as vossas visitas e voltarei em breve!Abarço a todos****</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108315295078526330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108315295078526330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108315295078526330' title='Desculpem....'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108257801994714379</id><published>2004-04-21T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T21:15:47.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitem!</title><summary type='text'>Como gostei da ideia do Daniro, resolvi fazer também publicidade ao meu Fotolog... sual, visitem!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108257801994714379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108257801994714379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108257801994714379' title='Visitem!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108230283275725592</id><published>2004-04-18T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T16:44:34.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Da Independência!</title><summary type='text'>Hoje, dia 18 de Abril, comemora-se a instauração da minha independência!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108230283275725592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108230283275725592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230283275725592' title='Dia Da Independência!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108206049426223324</id><published>2004-04-15T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T00:12:00.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Incêndios Começaram</title><summary type='text'>Já há algum tempo que as temperaturas sobem, aqui no resoltado da conta de mais que é es Portugal, contudo só nos últimos dias, e para animar aqueles que escolheram o Algarve, como destino de férias, a temperatura atingiu os 27, 28ºc. A temperatura aumetou, para satisfação de uns e desgraça de outros! Soube hoje, que ocorreu esta semana o primeiro incêndio registado por estas bandas e veio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108206049426223324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108206049426223324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108206049426223324' title='Os Incêndios Começaram'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108188872422086377</id><published>2004-04-13T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:43:34.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-Esquilo</title><summary type='text'>A versão animal do Super-Homem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108188872422086377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108188872422086377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188872422086377' title='Super-Esquilo'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108186966895879417</id><published>2004-04-13T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T23:15:40.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ovniologia</title><summary type='text'>A Ovniologia é uma tendência moderna, dentro do ocultismo e é a crença na existência de seres inteligentes de outros sistemas solares, que continuamente visitam a Terra em « discos voadores » ou OVNIS. (Objecto Voador Não Identificado, é uma expressão apropriada da gíria dos pilotos da aviação americana). Muitas pessoas afirmam ter visto OVNIS, e algumas dizem ter visto seres espaciais- terem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108186966895879417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108186966895879417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186966895879417' title='Ovniologia'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108171482677891609</id><published>2004-04-11T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T23:08:46.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Minha Mota Foi Rebocada...</title><summary type='text'>   Bem que me parecia que aquele parque era só para moradores...   Deixei a scooter estacionada, numa rua em Tavira, junto ao castelo, e quando voltei...estavam a rebocala!      Enfim, não vi a placa...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108171482677891609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108171482677891609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171482677891609' title='A Minha Mota Foi Rebocada...'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108146148580266571</id><published>2004-04-08T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:47:27.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Concorrência Construiu Uma Igreja Em Cima Da Nossa!</title><summary type='text'>Hoje estive na Missão de Loulé. É uma missão sustentada pela minha igeja de S.Bras, e funciona como a igreja evangelica do conselho de Loulé. Estamos lá há 3 anos e por mais caricato que pareça temos apenas 3 membros. Hoje, e depois de algum tempo sem visitar a mesma, estive lá para um culto e qual não foi o meu espanto, quando descobri que a igreja Bastita Pentacustal de ir. Romenos sobre a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108146148580266571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108146148580266571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146148580266571' title='A Concorrência Construiu Uma Igreja Em Cima Da Nossa!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108142586988466032</id><published>2004-04-08T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T13:08:18.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Albachiara</title><summary type='text'>Respiri piano per non far rumoreTe addormenti di sera e ti rsivegli col soleSei chiara come un´albaSei fresca come l´aria.Diventi rossa se qualcuno ti guardaE sei fantastica quando sei assortaNei tuoi prlemiNei tuoi pensieri.Ti svegli svogliamenteNom metti mai niente che possa attirare attenzioneUn particolareSolo per farti guardare.Respiri piano per nion far rumoreTi addormenti di</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108142586988466032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108142586988466032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142586988466032' title='Albachiara'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108142570461338829</id><published>2004-04-08T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T13:06:28.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão De Cristo</title><summary type='text'>Finalmente fui ver a Paixão de Cristo!Como ainda não tinha deixado nenhum comentário á cerca do filme, vou faze-lo hoje!Na verdade tocou-me bastante, não consegui esconder as lágrimas. Ver aquela personagem puxada pelo chão esvaindo-se em sangue e sendo chicoteada... Apesar de se tratar de um filme, Jesus já o sofreu, e sofreu-o por mim, por ti...por nos.... Talvez a ficção seja exagerada na</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108142570461338829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108142570461338829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142570461338829' title='Paixão De Cristo'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108103087964579320</id><published>2004-04-03T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:25:01.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só Mesmo Eu...</title><summary type='text'>Estava em Lisboa, antes da partida para Itália e no aeroporto com a amiga Vanokas quandos nos deparamos com um rapaz, não muito alto, de óculos escuros, de tamanho, um tanto o quanto bastante grande, e um aspecto peculiar. Eu, numa gargalhada, olhei e disse:-olha ali vanokas, o rapaz de óculos a tentar imitar o Carlinhos B.Agora o melhor... era mesmo ele....lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108103087964579320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108103087964579320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108103087964579320' title='Só Mesmo Eu...'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108102996413654000</id><published>2004-04-03T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:12:02.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Amiguinhos </title><summary type='text'>Os Portugueses e  os Itlianos envolvidos no intrecâmbio!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108102996413654000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108102996413654000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108102996413654000' title='Os Amiguinhos '/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-108102880076750211</id><published>2004-04-03T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T12:44:57.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Itália Comme te Manco....</title><summary type='text'>Amiguinhos regressei, mas estou a morrer de saudades de Itália( Roma, e Sícilia, são bellíssimas)Foram 15 dias cujos quais não consigo descrever com apenas algumas palvaras, porque as emoçoes vividas, são impossiveis de descrever...Desde o primeiro abraço de boas-vindas, á última lágrima de despedida, tudo teve algo de muito especial, principalmente as amizades criadas com pessoas unicas que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108102880076750211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/108102880076750211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108102880076750211' title='Itália Comme te Manco....'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107979442378630915</id><published>2004-03-20T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-20T14:57:39.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Volto Dia 04</title><summary type='text'>Amiguinhos, colegas, ir. e visitantes em geral, agradeço as vossas vistas, mas durante os proximos 15 dias não farei actulizaçoes, aqui na minha tempestade de ideias. Como já tinha referido vou passar duas semanas em Italia para terminar o intercâmbio que inicie em Novembro. Beijinhos e até dia 04 de Abril.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107979442378630915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107979442378630915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979442378630915' title='Volto Dia 04'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107973374116857388</id><published>2004-03-19T21:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:07:50.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas a Mais Para espaço a Menos</title><summary type='text'>Já fiz a mala para Italia...mas parece que ela não quer fechar....ops!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973374116857388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973374116857388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973374116857388' title='Coisas a Mais Para espaço a Menos'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107973333142242618</id><published>2004-03-19T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T23:42:26.296Z</updated><title type='text'>« TempestadE De Fé »</title><summary type='text'>Um novo link, o link do Dj, para informaçoes sobre as últimas novidades. Visitem!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973333142242618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973333142242618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973333142242618' title='« TempestadE De Fé »'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107973312694294760</id><published>2004-03-19T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:55:27.593Z</updated><title type='text'>19 Março</title><summary type='text'>Hoje, dia do Pai, apenas gostava de deixar um o brigada ao melhor Pai do mundo, o meu!Obrigado, por seres um grande Homem e me ensinares a viver!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973312694294760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973312694294760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973312694294760' title='19 Março'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107973254695466453</id><published>2004-03-19T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-14T13:49:29.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples e Bela</title><summary type='text'>Porque a beleza desta flor está na sua simplicidade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973254695466453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107973254695466453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973254695466453' title='Simples e Bela'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107955510374095085</id><published>2004-03-17T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:52:07.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Aristida</title><summary type='text'>"Tu podes sofrer quando não vês um céu azul Porque o querer é moldado a buril Então os sonhos parecem tão irreais Como os gnomos das histórias ancestrais Mas a chuva também traz a vida a uma aristida Após o tempo seco numa duna Mas a chuva também traz a vida a uma aristida Após o tempo seco numa duna Se olhares para o céu com gratidão veras na certa Nuvens como um véu mas entre elas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107955510374095085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107955510374095085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107955510374095085' title='Aristida'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107927896355594335</id><published>2004-03-14T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:02:20.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Só Falta Uma Semana...</title><summary type='text'>Falta uma semana para ir para Italia. Vou passar 15 dias, em Roma e na ilha Sicilia, afim de terminar o intercambio que comecei em Outubro!Já estão 30 pessoas para levar na mala...mais alguém quer vir?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107927896355594335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107927896355594335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927896355594335' title='Só Falta Uma Semana...'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107927277164066535</id><published>2004-03-14T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T14:09:18.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim-De-Semana em H20 Madeiros</title><summary type='text'>Este fim-de-semana foi tempo de visitar a praia dos sonhos (Gato Preto) e recordar os belos tempos de acampamento. Estive na conferencia do DJ!Foi muito bom rever os amigos, fazer novos, e até aquela parte chata dos relatorios anuais, se tornou divertido. O João Davi tinha de facto o Pedro Ferreira no coração, lol.Os Foruns , pelo Tiago Cavaco, e pelo Pastor Jonatas Figueiredo, foram também uma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107927277164066535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107927277164066535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927277164066535' title='Fim-De-Semana em H20 Madeiros'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107927262348005911</id><published>2004-03-14T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T15:36:19.356Z</updated><title type='text'>De Volta!</title><summary type='text'>Depois de alguns dias de ausência, cá estou eu novamente!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107927262348005911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107927262348005911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927262348005911' title='De Volta!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107868804765520887</id><published>2004-03-07T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:37:41.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Desculpem!</title><summary type='text'>Pedem-se as mais sinceras desculpas a todos os que comentam os meus posts, mas todos os comentarios foram apagandos devido a falhos tecnicos. Agora já é possivel deixar comentario novamente. Obrigada!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107868804765520887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107868804765520887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868804765520887' title='Desculpem!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107867643905966366</id><published>2004-03-07T16:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:23:43.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser Poeta</title><summary type='text'>"Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija! É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor! É ter de mil desejos o esplendor E não saber sequer que se deseja! É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja, É ter garras e asas de condor! É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito! Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim... É condensar o mundo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107867643905966366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107867643905966366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867643905966366' title='Ser Poeta'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107867590305536779</id><published>2004-03-07T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T15:54:21.826Z</updated><title type='text'>1º Dia de Praia</title><summary type='text'>Hoje foi o meu primeiro dia de praia no ano de 2004 e apesar da água estar ainda um pouco fria, o sol está bem quente!...para a semana há mais!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107867590305536779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107867590305536779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867590305536779' title='1º Dia de Praia'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107842803330768437</id><published>2004-03-04T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T10:24:25.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Aborto, "Matar de Olhos Fechados"</title><summary type='text'>  A assembleia reúne-se, o país comenta, os jornais escrevem e os comentadores debatem-se sobre isto a que chamam de interrupção voluntária da gravidez, o que, depois de tanta discussão gerada ainda seja concebivél de assim ser tratada, porque interrupção voluntária da gravidez é nada mais nada menos que uma forma hipócrita de tratar o aborto.     A partir do momento da concepção, do ponto de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107842803330768437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107842803330768437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842803330768437' title='Aborto, &quot;Matar de Olhos Fechados&quot;'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107842508380806953</id><published>2004-03-04T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:22:49.623Z</updated><title type='text'>É Impossível Defender Algo Que É Contra A Nossa Maneira De Pensar!</title><summary type='text'>Hoje deparei-me com o teste mais difícil de toda minha vida!Cheguei á escola secundaria de Tavira, como é habito todos os dias, e preocupada porque ainda não estive com o pastor e preciso da sua assinatura para ir á confêrencia do Dj em H2o Madeiros, deparei-me, logo durante a manhã com o teste mais dificil que até então tinha sido obrigada a fazer. Tratava-se de um debate em que eu tinha de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107842508380806953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107842508380806953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842508380806953' title='É Impossível Defender Algo Que É Contra A Nossa Maneira De Pensar!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107835118171877994</id><published>2004-03-03T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:02:40.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Provérbios do Mundo</title><summary type='text'>"O sorriso custa menos que a eletricidade e dá muito mais luz"Provérbio Escocês"Podemos escolher o que semear, mas somos obrigados a colher aquilo que plantamos"Provérbio Chinês "Só se pode juntar as mãos quando elas estão vazias"Provérbio Tibetano"A árvore quando está sendo cortada observa com tristeza que o cabo do machado é de madeira"Provérbio Árabe"Achaste mel, come o que te </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107835118171877994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107835118171877994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835118171877994' title='Provérbios do Mundo'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107834840770397188</id><published>2004-03-03T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:02:03.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos...</title><summary type='text'> ...a vida faz-se de sonhos e os sonhos fazem a vida!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107834840770397188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107834840770397188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107834840770397188' title='Sonhos...'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107815336505674630</id><published>2004-03-01T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T15:10:25.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Mentira!</title><summary type='text'>" No Mundo - bola que gira-sendo a mentira um defeitoem nós, dos mais vergonhosos,até parece mentiraque a mentira tenha feito ricos, tantos mentirosos"António AleixoHoje era este o verso que acompanhava o bilhete de autocarro para a cidade e que me fez reflectir.Na verdade a mentira ocupa as nossas vidas e envergonha-as. Por vezes são brancas, como lhes chama-mos, ou por outras negras e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107815336505674630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107815336505674630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815336505674630' title='Mentira!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107815114161183407</id><published>2004-03-01T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T14:29:48.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><summary type='text'>A Andreia Martins, depois do prémio "Miss Escola Secundaria de Tavira" e " Miss Algarve Mais", ganhou agora o prémio de "Miss Benfica".Parabéns, estamos muito felizes por ti!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107815114161183407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107815114161183407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815114161183407' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107805408276848986</id><published>2004-02-29T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:29:06.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Conceitos de Moda Diferentes</title><summary type='text'>A Birmânia é um pais fascinante, maioritariamente Budista, mas com uma cultura completamente distinta e diferente! É uma autentica Jóia entre a Índia e a China e o seu povo adquiriu um conceito de moda muito diferente do conceito Europeu.OS homens do campo usam chapéus que poderemos assemelhar a escudos protectores. As mulheres da ciadade usam anéis de latão no pescoço, nas pernas e nos braços.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107805408276848986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107805408276848986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107805408276848986' title='Conceitos de Moda Diferentes'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107800564284761857</id><published>2004-02-28T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:38:23.123Z</updated><title type='text'>100 Anos De Benfica</title><summary type='text'> Parabéns ao Clube do coração!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107800564284761857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107800564284761857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107800564284761857' title='100 Anos De Benfica'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107797529306177634</id><published>2004-02-28T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:13:10.576Z</updated><title type='text'>O Mundo Está Nas Nossas Mãos</title><summary type='text'>O Mundo Está Nas Nossas Mãos!"Respondei á violência cega e ao ódio desumano com a força fascinante do amor."Papa João Paulo II, Maio de 2003, em Madrid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107797529306177634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107797529306177634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107797529306177634' title='O Mundo Está Nas Nossas Mãos'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107797514978418174</id><published>2004-02-28T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-28T13:40:51.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Post De Boas-Vindas</title><summary type='text'>A minha amiguita e grande companheira de directas na porta da casa de banho  (Congresso de Missoes na Alemanha), também criou um blog.É simples e divertido...assim como ela. Visitem, vale a pena!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107797514978418174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107797514978418174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107797514978418174' title='Post De Boas-Vindas'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107783809634910280</id><published>2004-02-26T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:30:44.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Olha Aí Eles Outra Vez!</title><summary type='text'>A moda voltou!!!!!Dediquem-se a lavar as vossas plantaformas terrestres porque com estes Ténnis...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107783809634910280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107783809634910280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783809634910280' title='Olha Aí Eles Outra Vez!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107781220718142555</id><published>2004-02-26T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:53:15.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh Pais!</title><summary type='text'>Esta imagem representa aqueles que prometem mundos e fundos antes de qualquer eleiçao e depois de terem nas mãos o mandato distribuem salarios baixos e impostos altos, ou seja aqueles que tem duas caras!Portugal está novamente em crise, e muitos comentadores já a assemelham á de 1670. O pais e os portugueses nunca souberam gerir os fundos. Ainda na época dos Descobrimentos, assim que o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107781220718142555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107781220718142555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107781220718142555' title='Oh Pais!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107781008790125177</id><published>2004-02-26T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:46:12.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Vale A Pena Ver!</title><summary type='text'>Olhem só estas imagens lindas do Algarve.Bigada Jojobach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107781008790125177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107781008790125177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107781008790125177' title='Vale A Pena Ver!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107764394342455521</id><published>2004-02-24T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:14:52.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval Á Chuva!</title><summary type='text'>O carnaval é uma festa pagã e mundana, cujo o inicio remonta ao tempo dos Reis.Á também quem diga, que esta é a data concedida por Deus a Satanás para que ele tenha o seu dia de gloria, o que mais uma vez revela o grande amor de Deus, o não fosse este o seu maior inimigo!É uma festa celebrada em várias partes do mundo ( em Gales, não há Carnaval, dizia ontem o Chiunga) e é a maior festa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107764394342455521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107764394342455521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764394342455521' title='Carnaval Á Chuva!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107756350833236127</id><published>2004-02-23T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:33:18.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Rituais De Passagem.</title><summary type='text'>  Vivemos no Sec. XXI, como todos sabemos (...sabiam, não sabiam?) e apesar de todo o desenvolvimento circundante ainda podemos encontrar nos países de terceiro mundo e principalmente entre as tribos Índias a pratica de rituais de puberdade.  A puberdade marca a transição da criança para a idade adulta, ou seja de rapaz para homem e de rapariga para mulher, ou em alguns casos mostra o desejo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107756350833236127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107756350833236127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756350833236127' title='Rituais De Passagem.'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107755221829995783</id><published>2004-02-23T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:08:44.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Grande Pintura.</title><summary type='text'>Espanha de Salvador Dali</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107755221829995783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107755221829995783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755221829995783' title='Uma Grande Pintura.'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107754746294224445</id><published>2004-02-23T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:25:40.013Z</updated><title type='text'>« AmiguitoS Nos BlogS » - Últimas Novidades!</title><summary type='text'>Para começar, e do fim, vou fazer alusão ao blog do Truliru...Nova Mensagem que é o blog do Artur Lopes, laaaaaa....de Leiria que por sua vez se juntou com o Tim e o Rik... aderindo á blogomania(esta coisa viciante!).A Filipa Queirós (a menina dos olhos do Joninhas) e o seu mano Tiago abriram também dois blogs, o da Filipa como Grão de Mostarda e o do Tiago como Ilha De Patmos..O Samuel Ferreira</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107754746294224445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107754746294224445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754746294224445' title='« AmiguitoS Nos BlogS » - Últimas Novidades!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107738422240648914</id><published>2004-02-21T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T12:57:31.310Z</updated><title type='text'>As Mãos</title><summary type='text'>"Com mãos se faz a paz se faz a guerra.Com mãos tudo se faz e desfaz.Com maos se faz o poema - e são de terra.Com mãos se faz a guerra - e são de paz.Com mãos se rasga o mar. Com mãos se lavra.Não são de pedra estas casas masde mãos. E estão no fruto e na palavraas mãos que são o canto e são as armas.E cravam-se no tempo como farpasas mãos que vês nas coisas transformadas.Folhas que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107738422240648914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107738422240648914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738422240648914' title='As Mãos'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107738329809138339</id><published>2004-02-21T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:24:56.030Z</updated><title type='text'>O Uso Do Véu Islâmico.</title><summary type='text'>“O Presidente Francês, Jacques Chirac, pediu «um sobressalto republicano» em defesa da laicidade e fez aprovar uma lei proibindo o véu e o lenço islâmicos. Por medo do integrismo, dizem uns; para esconder os verdadeiros problemas, segundo outros.” In VisãoPodemos ter em conta os seguintes argumentos a favor:-	Larga maioria votou a lei.-	Os professores concordam.-	Sinal da subjugação </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107738329809138339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107738329809138339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738329809138339' title='O Uso Do Véu Islâmico.'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107737186603992492</id><published>2004-02-21T13:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:25:11.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Conselho de Leitura</title><summary type='text'>"Aurora No Deserto"A Modelo Waris Dirie ralata o regresso ao país onde nasceu e pelo qual demostra uma inabalável confirmação do quanto é possivel amar um país sem que todavia se aceitem todas as suas regras e tradiçães.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107737186603992492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107737186603992492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737186603992492' title='Um Conselho de Leitura'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107730470337727221</id><published>2004-02-20T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:26:07.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Todos Diferentes,Todos Iguais!!</title><summary type='text'>Há dias falei-vos de uma amiga que tinha problemas com o seu pai por gostar de um rapaz de cor.Esta semana ela voltou a falar comigo...o Pai expulso-a de casa simplesmente porque  ela ama alguém que apenas tem um tom de pele diferente!Porque é que as pessoas continuam a viver em ignorância???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107730470337727221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107730470337727221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730470337727221' title='Todos Diferentes,Todos Iguais!!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107730462512534274</id><published>2004-02-20T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:19:47.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valter muito bigada pelas passagens,tenho-as lido e reflectido sobre elas.Faz uma visita aqui o site da Palavra-Profectica porque o Joninhas tem também lá grandes devocionais!Uma beijoka gande e muitas saudades!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107730462512534274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107730462512534274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730462512534274' title=''/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107730391626480438</id><published>2004-02-20T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:12:32.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Joca No Seu Melhor!</title><summary type='text'>O Joca dos Paletósacaba de lançar o ultimo sucesso "Além do Amor".Com um toque de romantismo e uma voz unica,está uma musica espectacular!Joca vou adicionar no « Best off of Friends »_gostei mesmo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107730391626480438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107730391626480438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730391626480438' title='Joca No Seu Melhor!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107721239806204576</id><published>2004-02-19T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:26:40.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Cold Mountain</title><summary type='text'>Um conselho cinematografico para um grande filme: Cold Mountain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107721239806204576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107721239806204576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107721239806204576' title='Cold Mountain'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107721175621935187</id><published>2004-02-19T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-28T15:04:43.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia De Greve.</title><summary type='text'>E hoje foi a nossa 1º greve com associação de estudantes!Portoes trancados,cartazes,muito barrulho, faltas justificadas e uma luta por uma educação publica,gratuita e de qualidade.1º-Suspensão da revisão curricular.2º- Implementação da educação sexual.3º-Melhores condiçoes nas escolas.4º-Lei de bases mais justa.5º- contra a nota mínima de 9,5 valores.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107721175621935187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107721175621935187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107721175621935187' title='Dia De Greve.'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107721134127226707</id><published>2004-02-19T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:30:46.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Só Comigo!</title><summary type='text'>Ontem fui à inauguração do nosso estádio para ver o amigável entre Portugal - Inglaterra que terminou com um impacte 1-1 e onde o nosso Pauleta marcou aquele lindo golo á Beckam, como dizia o jornal Record, hoje de manha:”Diz-se Beckam mas escreve-se Pauleta.”Imaginem: cheguei com as amigas ás 6 para um jogo que so começava ás 9.15,pois era o ultimo autocarro do dia para o estadio.Assistimos ao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107721134127226707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107721134127226707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107721134127226707' title='Só Comigo!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107695524901073725</id><published>2004-02-16T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:42:40.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Cavaleiro Andante</title><summary type='text'>                  Rui Veloso, em Inglaterra     "Porque sou o cavaleiro andante     Que mora no teu livro de aventuras        Podes vir chorar no meu peito        As mágoas e as desventuras        Sempre que o vento te ralhe        E a chuva de maio te molhe         Sempre que o teu barco encalhe        E a vida passe e não te olhePorque sou o cavaleiro andanteQue o teu velho medo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107695524901073725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107695524901073725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107695524901073725' title='Cavaleiro Andante'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107695332831680394</id><published>2004-02-16T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T17:49:37.920Z</updated><title type='text'>E O Jogo De Inauguração É Já Quarta...</title><summary type='text'>                                                                   Estadio Do AlgarveA inauguração será na quarta com o jogo de Portugal vs Inglaterra (o Beckam vem cá,aaaaaa ).Amiguitos, quarta vemo-nos lá!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107695332831680394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107695332831680394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107695332831680394' title='E O Jogo De Inauguração É Já Quarta...'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107685993635975165</id><published>2004-02-15T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T14:00:06.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Este Fim-de-semana tivemos por cá a visita do "tio" Kit R. (o pastor Barrrrrrrrbaridade), o Ismael, o Evaristo...,entre outros seminaristas e professores do Seminario, que nos presentiaram com uma palestra acerca da teologia e seminario.No culto de hoje de manha,imaginem só quem foi o pregador....o Isamel (a bicicleta ainda está à venda...e tá barata,aproveita,lol) e de Tarde o Evaristo,na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107685993635975165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107685993635975165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107685993635975165' title=''/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107685931421924709</id><published>2004-02-15T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:35:34.903Z</updated><title type='text'>DANCING IN MY DREAMS </title><summary type='text'>"I've been running from the truthI've been running since my youth, tired of runningI will stand here till you seeI am you and you are me, tired of runningThere really is no difference when you look beneath the skinSomeday I know we'll go beyond this world we're living inNow when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreamsSeeing the way it all should be I will be dancingNow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107685931421924709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107685931421924709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107685931421924709' title='DANCING IN MY DREAMS '/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107685739465839103</id><published>2004-02-15T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:28:52.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Consiência (Não Te Escapas Dela!!)</title><summary type='text'>Em "um outro olhar sobre o mundo"  A consciência é a nossa capacidade de reacção ao certo e ao errado.Pode dizer-se que é como um sentinela normativa,em que se quebramos as regras ela começa a resmungar. Por vezes é tão forte que nos deita a baixo ou impede-nos de fazer determinadas coisas, obriga-nos a recusar e por vezes a pedir desculpas aos outros.Na verdade podemos enganar os seres </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107685739465839103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107685739465839103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107685739465839103' title='Consiência (Não Te Escapas Dela!!)'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107676183235676612</id><published>2004-02-14T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-15T14:05:42.983Z</updated><title type='text'>« The Best Off Of FriendS » </title><summary type='text'>Este é o novo espaço cultural,aki do blog da «Ninokas»,e destina-se aos grandes sucessos dos amiguitos.E para começar,nada melhor que grande sucesso "Ai Morena" dos Paletós.Em Breve poder-se-ao ouvir aki sucessos de Melomeno Ritmica; Two Friends e Pó Na Cabeça...,as bandas dos amiguitos!---Bigada Joca ,pela ajuda!----</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107676183235676612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107676183235676612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107676183235676612' title='« The Best Off Of FriendS » '/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107676145709060196</id><published>2004-02-14T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:26:50.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><summary type='text'>Amiga VanY,Parabéns!...Já lá vão 19 Primaveras!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107676145709060196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107676145709060196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107676145709060196' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107676116693016023</id><published>2004-02-14T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:25:34.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Casas Novas.</title><summary type='text'>Hoje,na minha visita diária aos blogs dos amiguitos deparei-me com casas novas e remodeledas.Os Paletós transferiram-se "de malas e bagagens" para o servidor português e redecoraram a loja; o Chiunga remodelou as instalações.- Miguitos,gostei das novas decorações!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107676116693016023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107676116693016023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107676116693016023' title='Casas Novas.'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-10766232768500486</id><published>2004-02-12T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:13:03.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Escalada</title><summary type='text'>Domingo há escalada em São Brás de Alportel...não faltem!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/10766232768500486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/10766232768500486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10766232768500486' title='Escalada'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320694.post-107662299153084805</id><published>2004-02-12T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-14T11:16:19.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Curso De Malabarismo.</title><summary type='text'>Professora:NinokasDuração: Até que aprendasEstagio:Num circo perto de tiMaterial: Para começar 2 esferasCustos: Muita paciencia---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Pega em 2 esferas e joga-as para cima, deixa-as cair no chão,vê os movimentos que elas fazem de subida e descida.-Adquirir os movimentos certos desde o inicio é fundamental.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107662299153084805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320694/posts/default/107662299153084805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninokas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662299153084805' title='Curso De Malabarismo.'/><author><name>  VeraAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13580984168615300629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
