<?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-8649017</id><updated>2011-07-25T17:47:05.054+01:00</updated><category term='Receitas'/><category term='Jogos'/><title type='text'>Cantinho do JC</title><subtitle type='html'>Se chorares de noite pelo Sol, as lágrimas impedir-te-ão de ver as Estrelas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-3336009908732293100</id><published>2010-02-01T09:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:30:00.586Z</updated><title type='text'>IRS 2009 - Mod.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chegou a altura de entregarmos a declaração de rendimentos! O período de entrega começa hoje e prolonga-se até 15 de Abril (1.ª Fase), e até 25 de Maio (2.ª fase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Declarações entregues em suporte de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a) de &lt;strong&gt;1 de Fevereiro até 15 de Março&lt;/strong&gt; para declarar exclusivamente rendimentos das categorias A e H;&lt;br /&gt;b) de &lt;strong&gt;16 de Março até 30 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt;, nos restantes casos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Declarações enviadas pela internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a) de &lt;strong&gt;10 de Março até 15 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt; para declarar exclusivamente rendimentos das categorias A e H;&lt;br /&gt;b) de &lt;strong&gt;16 de Abril até 25 de Maio&lt;/strong&gt;, nos restantes casos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este ano, o Governo prevê emitir reembolsos de IRS em 20 dias, aos contribuintes que submetam a sua declaração via internet. Por isso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envie a declaração de rendimentos pela internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portaldasfinancas.gov.pt/"&gt;http://www.portaldasfinancas.gov.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 94px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433037695865372930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/S2YG_7lcwQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UZlofH-LGio/s320/logoDGCI3.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-3336009908732293100?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/3336009908732293100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=3336009908732293100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/3336009908732293100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/3336009908732293100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2010/02/irs-2009-mod3.html' title='IRS 2009 - Mod.3'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/S2YG_7lcwQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UZlofH-LGio/s72-c/logoDGCI3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-8659101437017521317</id><published>2009-11-24T13:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:29:22.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Marretas homenageiam os Queen</title><content type='html'>A morte, de Freddie Mercury, a 24 de Novembro de 1991, chocou o mundo, mas as suas canções permanecem actuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/sgzFdJrYM1brGIemGlHo/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="281" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-8659101437017521317?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/8659101437017521317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=8659101437017521317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/8659101437017521317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/8659101437017521317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2009/11/marretas-homenageiam-os-queen.html' title='Marretas homenageiam os Queen'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-2720813485370374700</id><published>2009-01-10T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:17:01.654Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogos'/><title type='text'>Ajudem o pinguim!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Para quem tiver tempo, ao longo deste novo ano, ajudem o pinguim a atravessar o labirinto e a chegar ao peixinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278661281012374130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SUGSd7BZ2nI/AAAAAAAAACw/53G4UFXASfI/s400/Penguin-Maze.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-2720813485370374700?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/2720813485370374700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=2720813485370374700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/2720813485370374700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/2720813485370374700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ajudem-o-pinguim.html' title='Ajudem o pinguim!!!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SUGSd7BZ2nI/AAAAAAAAACw/53G4UFXASfI/s72-c/Penguin-Maze.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-7180554590286180079</id><published>2008-12-10T22:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:58:30.781Z</updated><title type='text'>A todos um Bom Natal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278298859813689890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SUBI2O2LWiI/AAAAAAAAACo/_DEsRNwMvEE/s400/Snow_Man_1600x1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pode dizer-se que o natal vê-se, cheira-se e sente-se.&lt;br /&gt;As decorações de natal são inevitáveis, e eu tive que ceder.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou grande fã da quadra natalícia, nem de grandes decorações em casa. Mas nesta minha casa virtual cedo às vontades e entro no espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, desejo a todos um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande Natal !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-7180554590286180079?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/7180554590286180079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=7180554590286180079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/7180554590286180079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/7180554590286180079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2008/12/todos-um-bom-natal.html' title='A todos um Bom Natal!!!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SUBI2O2LWiI/AAAAAAAAACo/_DEsRNwMvEE/s72-c/Snow_Man_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-3567907565701145264</id><published>2008-06-13T12:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:33:39.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro 2008 em directo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;A pensar naqueles que não dispõem de TV na altura dos jogos do EURO 2008, e gostariam de ver as transmissões on-line (sem ser pela &lt;a href="http://mc.mediabase.tv/live/live.html" target=blank&gt;TVI&lt;/a&gt;), aqui fica a possibilidade de o fazerem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="263" width="320" id="jtv_player_flash" data="http://www.justin.tv/widgets/jtv_player.swf?channel=fenixuy" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.justin.tv/widgets/jtv_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="channel=fenixuy&amp;auto_play=false&amp;start_volume=0" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justin.tv/live/channel_popout?channel=fenixuy" style="padding:2px 0px 4px; display:block; width:320px; font-weight:normal; font-size:10px; text-decoration:underline; text-align:center;" target=blank&gt;Popup deste canal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justin.tv/live/channel_popout?channel=soccertv1" style="padding:2px 0px 4px; display:block; width:320px; font-weight:normal; font-size:10px; text-decoration:underline; text-align:center;" target=blank&gt;Popup de canal alternativo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A qualidade da imagem pode não ser a melhor…&lt;br /&gt;O desfasamento temporal em relação à realidade (sobretudo se estiverem a acompanhar pelo rádio) pode ser – no mínimo - IRRITANTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas… é melhor que nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhem &lt;a href="http://pt.euro2008.uefa.com/tournament/matches/index.html" target=blank&gt;aqui o calendário e os resultados&lt;/a&gt; dos jogos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-3567907565701145264?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/3567907565701145264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=3567907565701145264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/3567907565701145264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/3567907565701145264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008-em-directo.html' title='Euro 2008 em directo'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-8199786936555613326</id><published>2008-05-31T19:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:51:48.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SEGdDW2t4GI/AAAAAAAAABI/S91ft_GWL_k/s1600-h/sacosesgotados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206615325217251426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SEGdDW2t4GI/AAAAAAAAABI/S91ft_GWL_k/s400/sacosesgotados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também queria um saco igual, mas parece que estão esgotados... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-8199786936555613326?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/8199786936555613326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=8199786936555613326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/8199786936555613326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/8199786936555613326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2008/05/saco.html' title='Saco...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SEGdDW2t4GI/AAAAAAAAABI/S91ft_GWL_k/s72-c/sacosesgotados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-3103809441701757980</id><published>2008-05-31T19:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:43:39.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break - 4.ª Temporada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;O director da Penitenciária, com ajuda de um megafone, diz aos presos no pátio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Atenção! Chega de preguiça! Chega de bandalheira! Quero todo mundo a varrer e a limpar toda esta bagunça! Amanhã chega o primeiro-ministro José Sócrates!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos presos comenta com outro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Caramba! Custou, mas prenderam o gajo!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-3103809441701757980?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/3103809441701757980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=3103809441701757980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/3103809441701757980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/3103809441701757980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2008/05/prison-break-4-temporada.html' title='Prison Break - 4.ª Temporada'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-2719828931406297694</id><published>2008-05-01T10:29:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:30:36.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chosen One</title><content type='html'>O que a imaginação faz...&lt;embed src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/073/7/0/Animator_vs__Animation_II_by_alanbecker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver em ecran inteiro, cliquem &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/073/7/0/Animator_vs__Animation_II_by_alanbecker.swf"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não viu o 1.º pode vê-lo &lt;a target=blank href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/077/2/e/Animator_vs__Animation_by_alanbecker.swf"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-2719828931406297694?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/2719828931406297694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=2719828931406297694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/2719828931406297694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/2719828931406297694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2008/05/chosen-one.html' title='The Chosen One'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-8358146347357928593</id><published>2007-09-30T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:27:15.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémio [gente] Boa na Cama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;É com grande orgulho e entusiasmo que aqui venho para agradecer a nomeação para o prémio gente boa na cama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quero agradecer a este momento, especialmete à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorizade.wordpress.com/2007/09/28/premio-boa-na-cama/" target=blank&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jacky pela nomeação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Óbviamente que não posso deixar de agradecer à minha cama (pois sem ela nada disto teria sido possível), ao meu colchão, almofadas, lençois, fronhas e edredons. Para todo este conjunto só posso dizer que formamos uma excelente equipa!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Quero ainda dizer à minha cama, e a todos os outros elementos que a complementam, que conheci muitas outras camas, de vários estilos e feitios, e que nenhuma me provoca as sensações de bem estar que sinto hoje em dia.&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel passar mais de um dia longe de algo que sabemos estar sempre ali à nossa espera, seja qual for a nossa disposição e, sempre que posso, tento compensar passando o máximo de tempo com ela, criando assim laços de afecto e dependência dificeis de anular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Quem gosta de sair da cama, abandonando-a, sem mais nem menos, depois do que ela nos proporcionou durante algumas horas? Não podemos ser ingratos, certo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Quem nunca ansiou por voltar para casa só para se reencontrar com a sua cama e se deixar envolver no seu aconchego e segurança? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Por tudo isto, é muito bom receber esta nomeação pois sinto que, sendo “bom na cama” estou a corresponder e a retribuir por aquilo que recebo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem sei que este prémio é uma “corrente” e que deveria nomear outros 5 bloggers, mas… este “menino com arzinho bem comportado e tal…” vai aproveitar para gozar um momento de egoísmo e poder dizer: “I’m the special one… in bed!” ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-8358146347357928593?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/8358146347357928593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=8358146347357928593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/8358146347357928593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/8358146347357928593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2007/09/prmio-gente-boa-na-cama.html' title='Prémio [gente] Boa na Cama'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-383553720338976791</id><published>2007-09-11T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:09:36.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiração do 11 de Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não… não é nada relativo a Nova York, nem às torres gémeas… nem aos gémeos ingleses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda uma pessoa, na sua pacata vida, sai do emprego, precisa de fazer umas compritas, vai ao supermercado e… bate com o nariz na porta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morar e trabalhar em concelhos diferentes faz com que nem sempre nos lembremos dos feriados municipais, e o meu município faz anos (logo hoje).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No supermercado ainda deixaram ficar a informação que "iriam" fechar às 13h... mas já passava das 20h e não cheguei a tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paciência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.cm-amadora.pt/files/1/imagens/20070622142835786352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A 11 de Setembro de 1979 foi finalmente criado o Município da Amadora, e sete dias mais tarde, a Cidade da Amadora.&lt;br /&gt;Este Município foi o primeiro a ser criado após o 25 de Abril de 1974, deixando de ser nessa data, uma freguesia do Concelho de Oeiras, ao qual pertencia desde 1916.&lt;br /&gt;Outrora considerada um dormitório, a Amadora passou por um processo de autonomização em relação à Capital, que culminou na criação gradual de uma vida própria.&lt;br /&gt;Actualmente, o Município encontra-se dotado de diversos equipamentos culturais, desportivos e serviços públicos ao dispor da população.&lt;br /&gt;Os investimentos na habitação, na educação e na rede viária do Município são pólos de desenvolvimento e de investimento no futuro desta jovem cidade, cujos objectivos se prendem com a melhoria do bem-estar e das condições de vida da população que escolheu esta Cidade para viver e trabalhar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Texto retirado do &lt;a href="http://www.cm-amadora.pt/" target=Blank&gt;site da CMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passem por &lt;a href="http://www.cm-amadora.pt/PageGen.aspx?WMCM_PaginaId=798&amp;WMCM_RootMenuId=15&amp;amp;WMCM_MenuId=3708" target=blank &gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; se quizerem conhecer melhor esta cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo: Amanhã vou ter que tomar o pequeno-almoço fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-383553720338976791?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/383553720338976791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=383553720338976791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/383553720338976791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/383553720338976791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2007/09/conspirao-do-11-de-setembro.html' title='Conspiração do 11 de Setembro'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-6163671221778782172</id><published>2007-09-09T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:25:14.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ano de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/Rts1DpHvkZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c2RQJJDtrZg/s200/picture078.jpg" border="0" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adormecimento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preguiça…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Falta de tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez a principal razão seja este adorável bicho, que faz com que o meu tempo livre, em casa, seja para ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É um gato (bem… já foi um gato…) com cerca de 2 ou 3 anos e foi um dos muitos abandonos de verão. Este, felizmente, teve a sorte de voltar a ter um lar onde dormir descansado, miminhos e paparoca boa que o mantém “anafadinho”. Daí ter sido baptizado com o nome: Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser que a partir de agora, também ele, queira postar aqui alguma coisita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A ver vamos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-6163671221778782172?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/6163671221778782172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=6163671221778782172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/6163671221778782172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/6163671221778782172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-ano-de.html' title='1 ano de...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/Rts1DpHvkZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c2RQJJDtrZg/s72-c/picture078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115660519008915773</id><published>2006-08-29T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T12:14:42.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Arlinda mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4BRtxosQrA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Te encontrei toda remelenta e estronchada,&lt;br /&gt;Num bar entregue às bebida.&lt;br /&gt;Te cortei os cabelos do sovaco e as unhas do pé&lt;br /&gt;Te chamei de querida&lt;br /&gt;Te ensinei todos os auto-reverse da vida&lt;br /&gt;E o movimento de translação que faz a terra girar&lt;br /&gt;Te falei que o importante é competir,&lt;br /&gt;Mas te mato de pancada se você não ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi agora a coisa mais importante&lt;br /&gt;Que já me aconteceu neste momento, em toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Um paradoxo do pretérito imperfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Complexo com a teoria da relatividade&lt;br /&gt;Num momento crucial, um sábio soube saber&lt;br /&gt;Que o sabiá sabia assobiar&lt;br /&gt;E quem amafagafar os mafagafinhos bom amafagafigador será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te falei que os pediatra é o doutor responsável pela saúde dos pé&lt;br /&gt;O "zoísta" cuida dos "zóio" e os oculista&lt;br /&gt;Deus me livre nunca vão mexer no meu&lt;br /&gt;Pois pra mim você é uma besta mitológica com cabelo pixaim parecida com a Medusa&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse isso pra rimar com a soma dos quadrados dos catetos é igual à porra da hipotenusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repete Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fundei a Associaçäo Internacional de Proteção às Borboletas do Afeganistão&lt;br /&gt;Te provei por B mais C que a menina dos teus "zóio" não tem menstruação&lt;br /&gt;Dar um prato de trigo pra dois tigres e ver os bichos brigando é legal que só&lt;br /&gt;Pois nos "tira e põe", deixa ficar da vida serei sempre seu escravo-de-Jó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo agora que você estava quase entendendo o que eu estou falando a canção está acabando e o Creuzebek está baixando alí o volume e você não entende nada mesmo por que quando você estiver em sua casa nesse momento a canção vai estar baixinha e você não vai entender nada não vai saber por que eu estou falando esse monte de besteira já que tudo isso, porra, vamos parar com esse papo chato eu já não estou aguentando mais está doendo minha garganta eu tenho que fazer alí gargarejo com vinagre soltei um peido aquí dentro está fedido o ambiente meus dedos estão dormentes PelamordeDeus, parem com esta porra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consta que esta música é uma paródia ao filme “Pretty woman”, que no Brasil tinha o título de “Uma linda mulher”. A boa disposição era a imagem de marca deste grupo que, com apenas 7 meses de carreira e um disco editado, venderam quase 3 milhões de discos.&lt;br /&gt;Tiveram um fim trágico, em Março de 1996, quando voltavam de um concerto e o avião onde seguiam se despenhou na Serra da Cantareira, em São Paulo, provocando a morte de todos os tripulantes.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica a versão original: &lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/jc.magalhaes/Mamonas Assassinas - Uma Arlinda Mulher.mp3" width="70" height="40" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou, para quem gosta do estilo mas prefere uma versão mais soft... &lt;embed src="http://www.portalmulher.sdv.pt/radio/../musicas/Toranja - Carta.mp3" width="70" height="40" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115660519008915773?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115660519008915773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115660519008915773&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115660519008915773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115660519008915773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/08/uma-arlinda-mulher.html' title='Uma Arlinda mulher'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115649392224708477</id><published>2006-08-25T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:11:29.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recado a Plutão</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/plutao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;CRESCE E APAREÇE!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsf.pt/online/ciencia/interior.asp?id_artigo=TSF173130"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plutão perde estatuto de planeta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Assembleia-geral da União Astronómica Internacional (IAU) decidiu esta quinta-feira, em Praga, retirar a Plutão o seu estatuto de planeta, passando assim a oito o número oficial de planetas do sistema solar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsf.pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSF Online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; em 24 de Agosto de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digam o que disserem parece que, afinal, o tamanho conta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plutão é um dos planetas regentes do meu signo, e agora?&lt;br /&gt;A minha personalidade vai ficar afectada?&lt;br /&gt;O meu signo vai perder valor e identidade?&lt;br /&gt;O que vai ser de mim.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115649392224708477?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115649392224708477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115649392224708477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115649392224708477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115649392224708477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/08/recado-pluto.html' title='Recado a Plutão'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115625810013341005</id><published>2006-08-22T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:48:20.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 fases da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/pic24767.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a garrafa de cerveja e o soro não devia haver uma garrafinha de vinho???&lt;br /&gt;Sabem o que isto quer dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Que estou perto do fim... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115625810013341005?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115625810013341005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115625810013341005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115625810013341005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115625810013341005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/08/4-fases-da-vida.html' title='4 fases da vida'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115516296173813317</id><published>2006-08-09T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:39:50.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais que o teu corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/quenguita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mais que o teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o teu pudor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;o destino&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e quero a estrela&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; prazer e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dor&lt;br /&gt;O crepúsculo e a aurora e a caravela&lt;br /&gt;Para o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que fica além do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;desastre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quê&lt;br /&gt;De que fala Camões e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;é como água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dos dedos se &lt;strong&gt;escapa&lt;/strong&gt; e só &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o prazer se torna quase mágoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Estar em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; como quem de si se parte&lt;br /&gt;E assim se entrega e dando não &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;se dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero perder-&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; em ti e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;quero achar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como num corpo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; corpo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;que não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Alegre em "Livro do Português Errante"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115516296173813317?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115516296173813317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115516296173813317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115516296173813317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115516296173813317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/08/mais-que-o-teu-corpo.html' title='Mais que o teu corpo'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115356389221177683</id><published>2006-07-22T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:30:51.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/legs.png" width="200" height=400 border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;Diz um amigo para o outro:&lt;br /&gt;- O meu avô era tão grande, tão grande, que quando esticava o braço, conseguia tocar nas nuvens!&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta o outro:&lt;br /&gt;- E quando o teu avô metia a mão pelas nuvens, não encontrava lá uma coisa mole?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, encontrava...&lt;br /&gt;- Pois... eram os tomates do meu avô!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/holdBreath.png" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115356389221177683?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115356389221177683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115356389221177683&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115356389221177683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115356389221177683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/07/pois.html' title='Pois...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115235870388331642</id><published>2006-07-08T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:13:45.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado à nossa selecção</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="52%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;Começo por dizer que gosto muito de futebol mas não me considero fanático ou doente. Neste mundial, a nossa selecção conseguiu transformar-me, e confesso que me deixei levar por toda esta campanha/euforia e vibrei mais que o normal. Agora que acabou, acho que foi uma experiência muito positiva, e por isso quero deixar aqui o meu agradecimento à nossa selecção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="47%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigado pela vivacidade dada às pessoas que, normalmente, andam sempre com os olhos colados ao chão, permitindo que erguessem a cabeça, olhassem os outros nos olhos e soltassem um sorriso sempre que se cruzavam com uma bandeira, camisola ou cachecol de Portugal, pois percebiam que não estavam sozinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="45%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;Obrigado pela oportunidade dada ao convívio. Todos os jogos da nossa selecção foram um pretexto para nos reunirmos com amigos e familiares, para juntos fazermos um festejo ainda maior. Obrigado aos amigos pela companhia e pelos tempos bem passados, na expectativa que se voltem a repetir em breve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="10%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/g826011.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="45%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigado pela cor que deram às nossas ruas e que iluminou as nossas almas. As pessoas uniram-se, num clima de patriotismo (muitas vezes exagerado), que encheu de entusiasmo, ânimo e esperança de chegarmos mais além... de fazermos uma festa cada vez maior. Que bom era se fosse sempre assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="48%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;Obrigado por fazerem esquecer, por momentos, os problemas que nos afectam e por permitirem que festejássemos com alegria as vitórias, que representam tudo o que procuramos na vida. É certo que os problemas não desapareceram, e que em nada serviu para que diminuíssem ou se resolvessem, mas permitiu que libertássemos algumas frustrações, que aliviássemos o stress acumulado e que fizéssemos figuras que não poderíamos fazer noutras alturas sem que nos olhassem de maneira diferente ou chamassem malucos. É bom poder gritar à vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="2%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No fim disto tudo, conseguimos chegar ao 4.º lugar. É claro que pela qualidade na nossa equipa e dos nossos jogadores, talvez merecêssemos mais. Mas porra, somos os 4.ºs melhores do mundo!!! Chegámos onde, muitos de nós, não imaginávamos chegar. Tomemos isto como exemplo porque cabe a nós não deixar este espírito morrer. Tomara eu ser o 4.º melhor do mundo nalguma coisa... mas como não gosto de competir com ninguém, porque não tentar superar-me a mim mesmo? Se seguir a máxima: "Mais vale uma tentativa frustrada que a frustração de não tentar", talvez o consiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:26;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115235870388331642?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115235870388331642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115235870388331642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115235870388331642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115235870388331642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/07/obrigado-nossa-seleco.html' title='Obrigado à nossa selecção'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115037481667235228</id><published>2006-06-15T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:48:34.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vive como as flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mestre, como faço para não me aborrecer?&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas falam demais, outras são ignorantes.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas são indiferentes. Sinto ódio das que são mentirosas e ainda sofro com as que caluniam.&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/320/lirios1.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois viva como as flores, advertiu o mestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é viver como as flores? - Perguntou o discípulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/320/lirios2.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repare nestas flores, continuou o mestre, apontando lírios que cresciam no jardim. Elas nascem no esterco, entretanto, são puras e perfumadas.&lt;br /&gt;Extraem do adubo malcheiroso tudo que lhes é útil e saudável, mas não permitem que o azedume da terra manche o frescor de suas pétalas.&lt;br /&gt;É justo angustiar-se com as próprias culpas, mas não é sábio permitir que os vícios dos outros o importunem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os defeitos deles são deles e não seus.&lt;br /&gt;Se não são seus, não há razão para aborrecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Exercite, pois, a virtude de rejeitar todo o mal que vem de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é viver como as flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Desconheço a autoria)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115037481667235228?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115037481667235228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115037481667235228&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115037481667235228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115037481667235228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/06/vive-como-as-flores.html' title='Vive como as flores'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-115037475814747062</id><published>2006-06-15T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:13:05.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo depende de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje levantei-me cedo pensando no que tenho a fazer antes que o relógio marque meia-noite...&lt;br /&gt;É minha função escolher que tipo de dia vou ter hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Posso reclamar porque está chovendo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou agradecer às águas por lavarem a poluição.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ficar triste por não ter dinheiro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou sentir-me encorajado para administrar minhas finanças, evitando o desperdício.&lt;br /&gt;Posso reclamar sobre minha saúde... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou dar graças por estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Posso queixar-me dos meus pais por não me terem dado tudo o que eu queria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou posso ser grato por ter nascido.&lt;br /&gt;Posso reclamar por ter que ir trabalhar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou agradecer por ter trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Posso sentir tédio com as tarefas de casa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou agradecer a Deus por ter um tecto para morar.&lt;br /&gt;Posso lamentar decepções com amigos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou entusiasmar-me com a possibilidade de fazer novas amizades.&lt;br /&gt;Se as coisas não sairam como planeei, posso ficar feliz por ter hoje para recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;O dia está à minha frente, esperando para ser o que eu quiser.&lt;br /&gt;E aqui estou eu, o escultor que pode dar forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo depende só de mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-115037475814747062?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/115037475814747062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=115037475814747062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115037475814747062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/115037475814747062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/06/tudo-depende-de-mim.html' title='Tudo depende de mim'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-114988800250039318</id><published>2006-06-09T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:57:09.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Divirtam-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passeios de Burro no Parque Natural Sintra-Cascais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 170px;" src="http://www.terra.cl/images/Sep2003/F295174_shrek440_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Duas dezenas de burros vão animar o Parque Natural Sintra-Cascais (PNSC), numa iniciativa das empresas &lt;a href="http://www.naturanima.pt/" target="_blank"&gt;Naturanima&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.reserva-de-burros.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Reserva de Burros&lt;/a&gt; em colaboração com a área protegida. Sob o nevoeiro e a atmosfera tranquilizadora da serra de Sintra, dez burros pastam e passeiam junto à Peninha, dentro de um espaço vedado para o efeito.&lt;br /&gt;O objectivo do Parque Natural Sintra-Cascais é de, dentro das suas "restrições orçamentais", reanimar a propriedade da Peninha. "Eram 62 hectares desaproveitados. O que queremos fazer é, juntamente com privados, recuperar a utilização social da Peninha, permitir que esta, com actividades lúdicas e ambientais, deixe de estar desaproveitada e possa inclusivamente ser vigiada", disse ontem Carlos Albuquerque, director do PNSC. Foi no âmbito desse objectivo que o Parque Natural contactou as empresas que aderiram à iniciativa. A intenção, explicou Rute Candeias, da Naturanima, "é proporcionar passeios de sensibilização ambiental utilizando os burros". E acrescentou: "Vamos ter passeios destinados às crianças, que vão montadas nos burros, e teremos longas caminhadas em que o burro serve de animação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais informação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lazer.publico.clix.pt/artigo.asp?id=147426" target="_blank"&gt;http://lazer.publico.clix.pt/artigo.asp?id=147426&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naturanima.pt/Textos/noticias_burros_publico.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.naturanima.pt/Textos/noticias_burros_publico.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como o meu passeio vai ser um bocadinho maior, vou preferir 80 cavalinhos com ar condicionado... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim-de-semana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-114988800250039318?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/114988800250039318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=114988800250039318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114988800250039318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114988800250039318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/06/divirtam-se.html' title='Divirtam-se'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-114824596620087577</id><published>2006-05-21T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:12:46.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;António, depois de dormir numa almofada de algodão (Made in Egipt), começou o dia bem cedo, acordado pelo despertador (Made in Japan) às 7 da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um banho com sabonete (Made in France) e enquanto o café (importado da Colômbia) estava a fazer na máquina (Made in Chech Republic), barbeou-se com a máquina eléctrica (Made in China).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestiu uma camisa (Made in Sri Lanka), jeans de marca (Made in Singapure) e um relógio de pulso (Made in Swiss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de preparar as torradas de trigo (produced in USA) na sua torradeira (Made in Germany) e enquanto tomava o café numa chávena (Made in Spain), pegou na máquina de calcular (Made in Korea) para ver quanto é que poderia gastar nesse dia e consultou a Internet no seu computador (Made in Thailand) para ver as previsões meteorológicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ouvir as notícias pela rádio (Made in India), ainda bebeu um sumo de laranja (produced in Israel), entrou no carro (Made in Sweden) e continuou à procura de emprego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de mais um dia frustrante, com muitos contactos feitos através do seu telemóvel (Made in Finland) e, após comer uma pizza (Made in Italy), o António decidiu relaxar por uns instantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calçou as suas sandálias (Made in Brazil), sentou-se num sofá (Made in Denmark), serviu-se de um copo de vinho (produced in Chile), ligou a TV (Made in Indonésia) e pôs-se a pensar porque é que não conseguia encontrar um emprego em PORTUGAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse o futebol......................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-114824596620087577?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/114824596620087577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=114824596620087577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114824596620087577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114824596620087577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/05/patriotismo.html' title='Patriotismo'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-114755724415123547</id><published>2006-05-13T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:02:38.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidas de areia ou areias na vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É maravilhoso o que o nosso cérebro é capaz de fazer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;se conseguires ler as primeiras palavras, o cérebro decifrará automaticamente as outras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3M D14 D3 V3R40, 3574V4 N4 PR414, 0853RV4ND0 DU45 CR14NC45 8R1NC4ND0 N4 4R314. 3L45 7R484LH4V4M 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/114755724415123547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=114755724415123547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114755724415123547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114755724415123547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/05/vidas-de-areia-ou-areias-na-vida.html' title='Vidas de areia ou areias na vida?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-114596235505873809</id><published>2006-04-25T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:52:35.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo-liberdade</title><content type='html'>Liberdade significa responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que tanta gente tem medo dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(George Bernard Shaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/liberdade.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me de uma frase de casa de banho do &lt;a href="http://www.esec-amadora.rcts.pt/" target=_blank&gt;meu liceu&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;“A liberdade era verde, veio uma &lt;a href="http://dizeresmeus.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/vaca%20louca.jpg" target=_blank&gt;vaquinha&lt;/a&gt; e comeu...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não será o som de uma gargalhada um sintoma de liberdade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-114596235505873809?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/114596235505873809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=114596235505873809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114596235505873809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114596235505873809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113935149841829849</id><published>2006-03-28T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:45:24.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbo Cavar</title><content type='html'>Eu cavo&lt;br /&gt;Tu cavas&lt;br /&gt;Ele cava&lt;br /&gt;Nós cavamos&lt;br /&gt;Vós cavais&lt;br /&gt;Eles cavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é bonito, mas é profundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113935149841829849?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113935149841829849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113935149841829849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113935149841829849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113935149841829849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/03/verbo-cavar.html' title='Verbo Cavar'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-114297833104479081</id><published>2006-03-21T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:01:58.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Como eu gosto... da Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/Primavera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-114297833104479081?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/114297833104479081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=114297833104479081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114297833104479081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114297833104479081'/><link 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minha opinião, é uma das vozes mais bonitas da música portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Dia 27 de Março, se forem ao &lt;a href="http://www.coliseulisboa.com/evento.php?id=178" target="_blank"&gt;Coliseu dos Recreios de Lisboa&lt;/a&gt;, podem ouvir esta música ao vivo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-114112383593308834?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.coliseulisboa.com/evento.php?id=178' title='Secretamente'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/114112383593308834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=114112383593308834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114112383593308834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114112383593308834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/02/secretamente.html' title='Secretamente'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-114090566352009235</id><published>2006-02-25T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:48:01.773Z</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="55%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;She may be the face I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;The trace of pleasure or regret&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay&lt;br /&gt;She may be the song that summer sings&lt;br /&gt;May be the chill that autumn brings&lt;br /&gt;May be a hundred different things&lt;br /&gt;Within the measure of a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be the beauty or the beast&lt;br /&gt;May be the famine or the feast&lt;br /&gt;May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell&lt;br /&gt;She may be the mirror of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;A smile reflected in a stream&lt;br /&gt;She may not be what she may seem&lt;br /&gt;Inside her shell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, who always seems so happy in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;br /&gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry&lt;br /&gt;She maybe the love that cannot hope to last&lt;br /&gt;May come to me from shadows of the past&lt;br /&gt;That I'll remember 'till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She maybe the reason I survive&lt;br /&gt;The why and wherefore I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;br /&gt;And make them all my souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;For where she goes I've got to be&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of my life is&lt;br /&gt;She... She...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[She - Elvis Costello]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="45%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%"&gt;Toi, par tes mille et un attraits&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais jamais qui tu es&lt;br /&gt;Tu changes si souvent de visage et d'aspect&lt;br /&gt;Toi quelque soit ton âge et ton nom&lt;br /&gt;Tu es un ange ou le démon&lt;br /&gt;Quand pour moi tu prends tour à tour&lt;br /&gt;Tous les visages de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi, si Dieu ne t'avait modelé&lt;br /&gt;Il m'aurait fallu te créer&lt;br /&gt;Pour donner à ma vie sa raison d'exister&lt;br /&gt;Toi qui est ma joie et mon tourment&lt;br /&gt;Tantôt femme et tantôt enfant&lt;br /&gt;Tu offres à mon coeur chaque jour&lt;br /&gt;Tous les visages de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, je suis le feu qui grandit ou qui meure&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le vent qui rugit ou qui pleure&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la force ou la faiblesse&lt;br /&gt;Moi, je pourrais défier le ciel et l'enfer&lt;br /&gt;Je pourrais dompter la terre et la mer&lt;br /&gt;Et réinventer la jeunesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi, viens fais moi ce que tu veux&lt;br /&gt;Un homme heureux ou malheureux&lt;br /&gt;Un mot de toi je suis poussière ou je suis Dieu&lt;br /&gt;Toi, sois mon espoir, sois mon destin&lt;br /&gt;J'ai si peur de mes lendemains&lt;br /&gt;Montre à mon âme sans secours&lt;br /&gt;Tous les visages de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Toi, tous les visages de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Tous les visages de l'amour - Charles Aznavour]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.lago.co.kr/music/she.mp3" width="70" height="40" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-114090566352009235?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/114090566352009235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=114090566352009235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114090566352009235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/114090566352009235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/02/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113892303435414998</id><published>2006-02-07T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:14:08.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Pipoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/pipoca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113892303435414998?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113892303435414998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113892303435414998&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113892303435414998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113892303435414998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/02/pipoca.html' title='Pipoca'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113866340704694043</id><published>2006-01-30T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:25:36.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Virtual(idades)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/011bebes.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113866340704694043?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113866340704694043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113866340704694043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113866340704694043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113866340704694043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/01/virtualidades.html' title='Virtual(idades)'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113805523149642658</id><published>2006-01-23T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:02:49.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Anos 80</title><content type='html'>Bem... quase todos os "cantinhos", que espreitei hoje, tinham o teste da Rádio Comercial. Como sou curioso (e não quero ser diferente) resolvi fazer também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="115BB0" align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/destaques/quizz/hit_80/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/destaques/quizz/hit_80/images/resposta_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Você é viciado em diversão &lt;br /&gt;com os seus amigalhaços.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de fazer disparates, &lt;br /&gt;sobretudo se desafiado &lt;br /&gt;com argumentos do género &lt;br /&gt;“aposto que não és capaz”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" align="right" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/d/dexys_midnight_runners/come_on_eileen_519566.asx" width="200" height="200" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="true" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autoplay="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem é que não gosta de se divertir???&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que não gosta de fazer disparates???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on Eileen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor old Johnny Ray&lt;br /&gt;Sounded sad upon the radio&lt;br /&gt;He moved a million hearts in mono&lt;br /&gt;Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them&lt;br /&gt;Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Go toora loora toora loo rye aye &lt;br /&gt;And we can sing just like our fathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Eileen, well I swear (what he means)&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, you mean everything&lt;br /&gt;With you in that dress my thoughts I confess&lt;br /&gt;Verge on dirty&lt;br /&gt;Ah come on Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people round here wear beaten down eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sunk in smoke dried faces&lt;br /&gt;They're so resigned to what their fate is&lt;br /&gt;But not us, no not us&lt;br /&gt;We are far too young and clever&lt;br /&gt;Eileen I'll sing this tune forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Eileen well I swear (what he means)&lt;br /&gt;Ah come on, let's take off everything&lt;br /&gt;That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)&lt;br /&gt;Ah come on Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113805523149642658?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113805523149642658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113805523149642658&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113805523149642658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113805523149642658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/01/anos-80.html' title='Anos 80'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113787991829907072</id><published>2006-01-21T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:45:18.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Amar em silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/amar_silencio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113787991829907072?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113787991829907072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113787991829907072&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113787991829907072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113787991829907072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/01/amar-em-silncio.html' title='Amar em silêncio'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113724065501029448</id><published>2006-01-14T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:12:34.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Chamar a música</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nos últimos dias tenho andado muito "musical"... Não sei se será apenas um estado de espírito ou se terá a ver com a mudança de estação de rádio no local de trabalho. Há uma música (além do Love Generation) que parece perseguir-me... no trabalho, no carro, no shopping e até numa das novelas da noite da TVI. O que é certo é que já entranhei a música de tal maneira, que já sei a letra de cor e aí ando eu pela rua, tipo (ligeiramente péssimo) cantor de karaoke, a cantarolar isto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" align="right" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/m/melanie_c/first_day_of_my_life_883058.asx" width="200" height="200" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="true" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autoplay="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melanie C - First Day of My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a reason to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Try a little harder see the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a meaning to this stupid life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don’t know who to be&lt;br /&gt;Hey what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;No one has the answer&lt;br /&gt;They just want more&lt;br /&gt;Hey who’s gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;This could be the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a reason&lt;br /&gt;To let it go&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that I’m smiling&lt;br /&gt;But I still need to grow&lt;br /&gt;Will I find salvation in the arms of love&lt;br /&gt;Will it stop me searching will it be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don’t know who to be&lt;br /&gt;Hey what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;No one has the answer but you just want more&lt;br /&gt;Hey who’s gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;This could be the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time to really feel alive&lt;br /&gt;The first time to break the chain&lt;br /&gt;The first time to walk away from pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;No one has the answer we just want more&lt;br /&gt;Hey who’s gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;This could be the first day of your life&lt;br /&gt;Hey what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;No one has the answer they just want more&lt;br /&gt;Hey who’s gonna shine alight?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113724065501029448?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113724065501029448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113724065501029448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113724065501029448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113724065501029448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/01/chamar-msica.html' title='Chamar a música'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113665645135241256</id><published>2006-01-07T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:17:37.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Feel the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esta é uma daquelas músicas que mexe comigo. Gosto dela sem saber bem porquê... talvez seja o ritmo e o calor que transmite, ou talvez seja só a sensação de "Feel the love"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" align="right" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/b/bob_sinclar/love_generation_256692.asx" width="200" height="200" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="true" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autoplay="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Sinclair - Love Generation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bam, bam, baba bam, bam,&lt;br /&gt;(baba bam, bam, baba bam, bam ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jamaica to the world,&lt;br /&gt;It's just love, It's just love, Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must our children play in the streets,&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts and faded dreams,&lt;br /&gt;listen up to everyone that you meet,&lt;br /&gt;don't you worry, it could be so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;just look to the rainbow, you will see,&lt;br /&gt;sun will shine 'till eternity,&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much love in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;no one can tear it apart, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation! Yeah, yeah, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation! C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon yeah...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation! Yeah, yeah, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love generation! Ooohhh yeah-yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about a thing, gonna be all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all love you know, it's all love from I and I to everyone&lt;br /&gt;don't you worry, we got the love Yeah&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to cry Yeah&lt;br /&gt;don't you worry, we got the love Yeah&lt;br /&gt;gotta live that love, you know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113665645135241256?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113665645135241256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113665645135241256&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113665645135241256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113665645135241256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/01/feel-love.html' title='Feel the love'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113620017813677768</id><published>2006-01-02T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:09:38.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Ano</title><content type='html'>Estamos no segundo dia do ano e ainda estou a recuperar as forças perdidas na noite (e no dia também) da passagem de ano.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um cheirinho da diversão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://unix.rulez.org/~calver/funny/swf/volare-karaoke.swf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Clica na imagem para veres o que é karaoke..." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/320/touqnemposso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dá-lhe SOM e "clica" na imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOM ANO de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113620017813677768?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113620017813677768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113620017813677768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113620017813677768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113620017813677768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2006/01/bom-ano.html' title='Bom Ano'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113483559873445075</id><published>2005-12-24T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:19:25.543Z</updated><title type='text'>O verdadeiro espírito de natal (continuação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/natal003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/natal003.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu cumpri a minha parte!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113483559873445075?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113483559873445075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113483559873445075&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113483559873445075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113483559873445075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-verdadeiro-esprito-de-natal_24.html' title='O verdadeiro espírito de natal (continuação)'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113483441330494623</id><published>2005-12-18T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:00:58.133Z</updated><title type='text'>O verdadeiro espírito de natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/Natal011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIR, YES SIR!!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Influências da 1.ª companhia... SIM SENHOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113483441330494623?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113483441330494623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113483441330494623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113483441330494623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113483441330494623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-verdadeiro-esprito-de-natal.html' title='O verdadeiro espírito de natal'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113483354281497351</id><published>2005-12-17T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:40:18.313Z</updated><title type='text'>2ª contribuição para o natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Sonhos de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 gr de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;50 gr de margarina&lt;br /&gt;200 gr de farinha&lt;br /&gt;50 gr de farinha maisena&lt;br /&gt;4 dl de água&lt;br /&gt;5 ovos&lt;br /&gt;casca de 1 limão&lt;br /&gt;sal&lt;br /&gt;óleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modo de preparação:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deita-se a água num tacho, junta-se a margarina, o açúcar, a casca do limão e uma pitada de sal.&lt;br /&gt;- Levar ao lume até levantar fervura.&lt;br /&gt;- Retira-se o tacho do lume, retira-se a casca do limão e junta-se, de uma só vez, as farinhas peneiradas.&lt;br /&gt;- Mexe-se tudo, rapidamente, com uma colher de pau, de modo a obter uma bola de massa.&lt;br /&gt;- Levar novamente ao lume para secar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;- Retira-se do lume e deita-se a massa numa tigela, mexendo até arrefecer.&lt;br /&gt;- Junta-se os ovos, um a um, batendo entre cada adição. O ovo seguinte só deve ser adicionado à massa depois do anterior ter sido completamente absorvido.&lt;br /&gt;- Deitar colheradas desta massa em óleo pouco quente (150ºC aproximadamente) espetando os sonhos com uma agulha de &lt;em&gt;tricot&lt;/em&gt;, à medida que forem alourando e se forem virando.&lt;br /&gt;- Escorrem-se os sonhos sobre papel absorvente e polvilham-se com açúcar e canela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As 50 gr de margarina podem ser substituídas por 5 colheres de sopa de azeite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta receita também foi cedida pela minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondam a balança e...&lt;br /&gt;BONS SONHOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113483354281497351?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113483354281497351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113483354281497351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113483354281497351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113483354281497351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/2-contribuio-para-o-natal.html' title='2ª contribuição para o natal'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113433482850401791</id><published>2005-12-11T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:00:28.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Entretenham-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/labirinto.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/labirinto.jpg" width=100% border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113433482850401791?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113433482850401791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113433482850401791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113433482850401791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113433482850401791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/entretenham-se.html' title='Entretenham-se'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113405584203486012</id><published>2005-12-08T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:44:30.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/john_lennon_005.0.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como estamos em época natalícia, acho que podiamos pedir ao Pai Natal um mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.anos60.com/beatles/Imagine.WMA" width="100%" height="25" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113405584203486012?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113405584203486012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113405584203486012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113405584203486012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113405584203486012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113373579914427695</id><published>2005-12-04T22:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:16:22.546Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Contribuição para o natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;F i l h o s e s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 kg de farinha&lt;br /&gt;50 gr de fermento de padeiro&lt;br /&gt;2 ou 3 ovos&lt;br /&gt;1 dl de azeite morno&lt;br /&gt;sumo de 1 laranja&lt;br /&gt;1 cálice de aguardente&lt;br /&gt;sal q.b.&lt;br /&gt;Água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modo de preparação:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dissolve-se o fermento em água morna e junta-se-lhe o sal. Mistura-se de modo a obter uma massa branda.&lt;br /&gt;- Coloca-se a farinha num alguidar, rega-se com o azeite morno e mexe-se muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;- Seguidamente faz-se um buraco no meio da farinha onde se juntam os ovos, o fermento derretido, o sumo da laranja e a aguardente.&lt;br /&gt;- Envolve-se tudo aos poucos e amassa-se bem.&lt;br /&gt;- Trabalhar bem a massa com as mãos, misturando-se a água morna aos poucos, até ficar consistente e se despegar do alguidar e das mãos.&lt;br /&gt;- Deixar repousar (levedar) até duplicar de tamanho (+/- 2 horas), coberta 1 cobertor para não apanhar frio...&lt;br /&gt;- Estica-se com um rolo e cortam-se os canudos com uma faca ou uma &lt;a href="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/definir_resultados.aspx?pal=carretilha" target="_blank"&gt;carretilha&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Levam-se a fritar em azeite ou óleo bem quente.&lt;br /&gt;- Depois de escorridas são polvilhadas com açúcar e canela, ficando prontas a servir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para quem gosta muito de laranja, pode-se juntar a raspa da laranja à massa para acentuar o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;Se não gostarem das filhoses secas, podem sempre fervê-las num tacho com uma calda de água e açúcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receita cedida pela minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113373579914427695?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113373579914427695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113373579914427695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113373579914427695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113373579914427695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/contribuio-para-o-natal.html' title='Contribuição para o natal'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113343928871348949</id><published>2005-12-01T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:31:11.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Salva vidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/livesaver_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque&lt;br /&gt;morrer&lt;br /&gt;de amor&lt;br /&gt;já não&lt;br /&gt;se usa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113343928871348949?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113343928871348949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113343928871348949&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113343928871348949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113343928871348949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/salva-vidas.html' title='Salva vidas'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113343590081694404</id><published>2005-12-01T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:21:25.676Z</updated><title type='text'>PORTUGAL, PORTUGAL, PORTUGAL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/1dezembro01.jpg" border="0" WIDTH=100%&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 de Dezembro de 1640 - Restauração da Independência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em 1580, nas Cortes de Tomar, Filipe II de Espanha (neto do rei português D. Manuel I), tomou conta do reino de Portugal e submeteu-o a 60 anos de domínio. Foram três os reis espanhóis que governaram Portugal entre 1580 e 1640 – Filipe I, Filipe II e Filipe III.&lt;br /&gt;A capital do Império passou a ser Madrid e Portugal foi governado como uma Província espanhola.&lt;br /&gt;Como é natural, os portugueses viviam descontentes e compreendiam que só uma revolução bem organizada lhes poderia trazer a libertação.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, no dia 1 de Dezembro de 1640, um grupo de 40 fidalgos dirigiu-se ao Paço da Ribeira onde estavam a Duquesa de Mântua, regente de Portugal, e o escrivão da Fazenda do Reino, Miguel de Vasconcelos.&lt;br /&gt;A Duquesa foi presa e o seu “Secretário” morto (atirado pela janela). Foi assim que Portugal recuperou a sua independência, sendo D. João IV,. Duque de Bragança, aclamado rei, com o cognome de "O Restaurador". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113343590081694404?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113343590081694404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113343590081694404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113343590081694404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113343590081694404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/12/portugal-portugal-portugal.html' title='PORTUGAL, PORTUGAL, PORTUGAL...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113339010892822747</id><published>2005-11-30T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:35:08.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/FPessoa03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho tanto sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que é frequente persuadir-me&lt;br /&gt;De que sou sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;Mas reconheço, ao medir-me,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo isso é pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Que não senti afinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos, todos que vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que é vivida&lt;br /&gt;E outra vida que é pensada,&lt;br /&gt;E a única vida que temos&lt;br /&gt;É essa que é dividida&lt;br /&gt;Entre a verdadeira e a errada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual porém é a verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;E qual errada, ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Nos saberá explicar;&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos de maneira&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida que a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;É a que tem que pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Painel de Azulejos de Júlio Pomar na Estação Alto dos Moinhos do Metropolitano de Lisboa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113339010892822747?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113339010892822747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113339010892822747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113339010892822747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113339010892822747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/11/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113183037514583733</id><published>2005-11-12T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:19:35.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Queres comer o quê???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:justify; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/Labro.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um conselho:&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com a alimentação!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113183037514583733?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113183037514583733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113183037514583733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113183037514583733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113183037514583733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/11/queres-comer-o-qu.html' title='Queres comer o quê???'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113157869037953974</id><published>2005-11-09T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:28:36.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh faz favor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/boate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;... para mim é um cafézinho, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113157869037953974?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113157869037953974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113157869037953974&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113157869037953974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113157869037953974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-faz-favor.html' title='Oh faz favor...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113068787519889525</id><published>2005-10-31T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:44:14.723Z</updated><title type='text'>O mais curto conto de fadas que conheço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Era uma vez um rapaz que perguntou a uma rapariga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Queres casar comigo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-NÃO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o rapaz viveu feliz para sempre, foi à pesca, caçou, foi ao bowling com os amigos, teve sempre tempo para ver os jogos na Sport TV, bebeu a cerveja que quis, e voltou para casa sempre à hora que lhe apeteceu..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(adoro finais felizes!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113068787519889525?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113068787519889525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113068787519889525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113068787519889525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113068787519889525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-mais-curto-conto-de-fadas-que-conheo.html' title='O mais curto conto de fadas que conheço'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113068573387915036</id><published>2005-10-30T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:24:33.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Por falar em horários</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horários do corpo humano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESPERTAR&lt;/strong&gt; das 7h às 8h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem gosta de acordar tarde já começa o dia em desvantagem.&lt;br /&gt;A partir das 6h, o corpo produz uma hormona que faz acordar, o cortisol.&lt;br /&gt;Entre 7h e 8h, a taxa de cortisol no corpo atinge a concentração máxima.&lt;br /&gt;Essa faixa de horário é ideal para acordar com facilidade e com o pé direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ATENÇÃO: Voltar a dormir é um erro; por volta das 9h o corpo começa a produzir endorfinas (analgésicos naturais) que encorajam um sono pesado do qual será difícil sair sem dor de cabeça ou mau-humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAZER&lt;/strong&gt; das 9h às 10h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hora certa para as folias amorosas, já que a taxa de serotonina (neuro-transmissor ligado ao prazer) está em seu apogeu. O prazer experimentado só será aumentado.&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, também é a hora de marcar uma consulta no dentista: as endorfinas, que também estão em alta nesse horário, funcionam como anestésicos naturais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRABALHO&lt;/strong&gt; das 10h às 12h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estado de vigilância atinge o seu pico e a memória de curto prazo (que guarda coisas como um número de telefone que olha na lista, é retido por alguns segundos e esquecido na sequência) está mais activa.&lt;br /&gt;Depois que as endorfinas presentes entre 9h e 10h desaparecem, o organismo atinge a sua velocidade ideal. É o momento certo para reflectir, discutir ideias e encontrar inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESCANSO&lt;/strong&gt; das 13h às 14h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moleza que dá depois do almoço não se deve unicamente á digestão, mas também a uma queda de adrenalina que acelera o ritmo cardíaco.&lt;br /&gt;Para retomar a disposição, basta uma sesta de 20 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIMENTO&lt;/strong&gt; das 15h às 16h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forma física encontra o seu apogeu no meio da tarde, ao mesmo tempo em que a capacidade intelectual diminui. Como não há produção de hormonas específicas nesse horário, os cronobiologistas ainda não encontraram uma explicação para o facto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HORA DE PONTA&lt;/strong&gt; das 18h às 19h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À partir das 18h, o organismo fica particularmente vulnerável à poluição e ao monóxido de carbono. Convém então limitar o consumo de cigarros e evitar, se possível, os engarrafamentos. Também é nesse horário que a actividade intelectual e o estado de vigilância atingem um novo pico - hora certa de mandar as crianças fazerem a lição de casa, por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEBEDEIRA&lt;/strong&gt; das 20h às 21h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse horário costuma coincidir com o aperitivo de antes do jantar é bom saber que é também o momento em que as enzimas do fígado estão menos activas, o que faz com que se fique bêbado mais rapidamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONO&lt;/strong&gt; a partir das 20h...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melatonina (hormona do sono) invade progressivamente o corpo a partir das 18h. Mas é às 20h que aparece o primeiro momento ideal para dormir, sucedido por outros iguais a cada duas horas. Para ajudar a cair no sono, fazer amor é uma excelente ideia: o prazer sexual desencadeia a secreção de endorfinas no cérebro, favorecendo o adormecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REGENERAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt; das 21h à 1h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta fase do sono é muito importante porque coincide com o pico da produção do hormona do crescimento, indispensável para a renovação das células e a recuperação física. Essa hormona permite que os conhecimentos adquiridos na véspera sejam armazenados no cérebro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:70%;"&gt;Fonte: e-mail&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Yvan Touitou, cronobiologista da Faculdade de Medicina Pité-Salpêtrière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113068573387915036?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113068573387915036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113068573387915036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113068573387915036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113068573387915036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/por-falar-em-horrios.html' title='Por falar em horários'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113058716762952191</id><published>2005-10-29T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T12:59:28.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora de mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não se esqueçam de atrasar os relógios uma hora na madrugada de amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na madrugada do próximo domingo, dia 30 de Outubro, termina o horário de Verão. Os relógios deverão ser atrasados uma hora (às 02:00 será 01:00), em cumprimento da directiva comunitária (&lt;a href="http://europa.eu.int/eur-lex/pri/en/oj/dat/2001/l_031/l_03120010202en00210022.pdf"&gt;2000/84/EC&lt;/a&gt;) que rege a denominada Mudança de Hora e que afecta todos os Estados-membros da UE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Amanhã ajustamos o relógio, terminando a «hora de Verão» e repondo a hora normal do fuso em que vivemos, que coincide com o Tempo Universal Coordenado (UTC), por vezes chamado Tempo Médio de Greenwich (GMT). Com isso, quase todos evitamos acordar ainda de noite e sair de casa antes do nascer do Sol. Anoitecerá mais cedo, mas isso acaba por custar ao país menos dinheiro, pois nessa altura já a grande maioria das empresas industriais terá terminado o seu horário de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No início da Primavera far-se-á outro ajuste, nessa altura para entrar em vigor um desvio à hora normalizada e adicionar 60 minutos ao tempo de Greenwich. Com esse desvio, volta-se a poupar recursos, pois passa-se a acordar mais cedo e a aproveitar a luz da manhã, que aparece igualmente mais cedo. Passa-se também a aproveitar a luz de fim de dia, sem ser necessário recorrer à iluminação artificial para preparar o jantar ou para jogar à bola. Os acertos de hora representam uma poupança considerável, tanto no Verão como no Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o estabelecimento da hora legal não está em jogo apenas o nascimento e ocaso do Sol, mas também os períodos de lusco-fusco, os chamados crepúsculos matutino e vespertino. Esses crepúsculos, na realidade, representam períodos de fronteiras pouco definidas que dependem das condições meteorológicas e da topografia do local, mas os astrónomos convencionaram limites claros. Chamam crepúsculo astronómico ao período em que o Sol se encontra entre 18 e 12 graus abaixo do horizonte, crepúsculo náutico ao período em que se encontra entre 12 e 6 graus nessa situação e crepúsculo civil ao período em que se encontra 6 graus ou menos abaixo do horizonte. Grosso modo, os limites estabelecidos correspondem a três fases do crepúsculo: o raiar da aurora ou começo da noite cerrada para o crepúsculo astronómico, o começo ou fim do céu azulado para o crepúsculo náutico e o começo ou fim do período em que é dia claro, apesar de o Sol se encontrar abaixo do horizonte, para o crepúsculo civil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosamente, o primeiro a analisar os limites dos crepúsculos de forma rigorosa e quantitativa foi Pedro Nunes (1502-1578). O problema não é simples, pois o movimento (aparente) do Sol não é sempre o mesmo. Pedro Nunes veio a verificar que isso acarretava crepúsculos de duração diferente, que variam com a latitude do local e com o dia do ano. Se calcularmos a duração do crepúsculo civil em Lisboa, por exemplo, verificamos que ele oscila entre um mínimo de 26 minutos em Março e Setembro, perto dos equinócios, até um máximo de 32 minutos em Junho, por altura do solstício de Verão. Não é uma diferença apreciável, mas representa uns 12 minutos diários de lusco-fusco a mais ou a menos. Esse período em que a luminosidade ainda evita a iluminação artificial é melhor aproveitado pela flexibilidade da hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um século passado sobre os trabalhos de Pedro Nunes, Christian Huygens inventou o relógio de pêndulo (1656). Um outro século depois, cerca de 1760, começaram a ser construídos os primeiros relógios de bolso de precisão. A vida começou a ser regulada pelo relógio mecânico e passou a dar-se outro valor ao tempo. Não faltaria muito para que alguém se lembrasse de ajustar a hora à mudança das estações. Esse alguém foi o político e inventor Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na altura já com 78 anos, o inventor do pára-raios e das lentes bifocais vivia em França, como embaixador do seu jovem país. A pedido de um amigo, Franklin começou a escrever crónicas para o «Journal de Paris». Eram peças divertidas, mas onde se vislumbrava sempre o seu espírito inovador. Num desses artigos, publicado em 26 de Abril de 1784 com o título «Um projecto económico», Franklin queixa-se de os parisienses se levantarem tarde, já pelo meio dia. Ironicamente, assegura aos leitores que o Sol se levanta muito mais cedo, diz tê-lo visto com os seus próprios olhos... Sugere que a hora mude e que no Verão a vida comece 60 minutos mais cedo. Faz algumas contas e diz que Paris poderá assim poupar anualmente 32 mil toneladas de cera de vela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ideia de Franklin demoraria mais de um século a ser posta em prática. Foi preciso um evento triste, a Grande Guerra, para os Estados sentirem a necessidade premente de poupar energia. Em 30 de Abril de 1916, a Alemanha e a Áustria mudaram a sua hora legal, introduzindo a «hora de Verão». Três semanas depois, em 21 de Maio, outros países europeus seguiram o exemplo, entre os quais Portugal. Em 1917 foi a vez da Austrália e Nova Zelândia, e em 1918 dos Estados Unidos. Hoje, mais de 70 países aderiram ao regime de mudança de hora. Os cálculos de Pedro Nunes e a ideia inovadora de Benjamim Franklin tiveram uma repercussão com que poucos na altura sonharam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fonte: Nuno Crato in Expresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113058716762952191?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oal.ul.pt/index.php?link=inver' title='Hora de mudança'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113058716762952191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113058716762952191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113058716762952191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113058716762952191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hora-de-mudana.html' title='Hora de mudança'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-113007194471935596</id><published>2005-10-23T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:03:03.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de brincar com o fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/Alone.jpg" width="55%" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto de brincar com o fogo&lt;br /&gt;de jogar com as palavras&lt;br /&gt;adoro coisas perigosas&lt;br /&gt;incómodas e jocosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de coisas obscenas&lt;br /&gt;de soltar as fantasias&lt;br /&gt;brincadeiras maliciosas&lt;br /&gt;perversamente gostosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca peguei numa arma&lt;br /&gt;eu nunca matei um homem&lt;br /&gt;nunca violei mulheres&lt;br /&gt;nunca massacrei crianças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo em chamas&lt;br /&gt;neste planeta a arder&lt;br /&gt;neste inferno na terra&lt;br /&gt;temos tudo a perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de brincar com o fogo&lt;br /&gt;deitar achas p'rá fogueira&lt;br /&gt;gozar os truques da mente&lt;br /&gt;e confundir toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interessa-me a puberdade&lt;br /&gt;excitam-me as pernas das freiras&lt;br /&gt;gosto de provocar danos&lt;br /&gt;nas teias dos puritanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se brinca com a fome&lt;br /&gt;nem com a miséria alheia&lt;br /&gt;a vida não vale nada&lt;br /&gt;quando se trafica o sangue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo em chamas&lt;br /&gt;neste planeta a arder&lt;br /&gt;neste inferno na terra&lt;br /&gt;temos tudo a perder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Palma &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Norte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-113007194471935596?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/113007194471935596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=113007194471935596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113007194471935596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/113007194471935596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/gosto-de-brincar-com-o-fogo.html' title='Gosto de brincar com o fogo'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112932500893470668</id><published>2005-10-14T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:23:28.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O maior palavrão da língua portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe qual é a maior palavra do idioma português?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era criança achava que a maior palavra da língua portuguesa era &lt;strong&gt;otorrinolaringologista&lt;/strong&gt; (22 letras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois aprendi que aquela não era a maior palavra mas sim: &lt;strong&gt;Inconstitucionalissimamente&lt;/strong&gt; (27 letras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito treino, até dava para falar, brincar com amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, hoje descobri que a maior palavra da língua portuguesa é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pneumoultramicroscopicossilicovulcanoconiótico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Com 46 letras que jeitão dá o &lt;em&gt;copy&amp;amp;paste&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que descreve o estado de quem é acometido de uma doença rara provocado pela aspiração de cinzas vulcânicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que em Portugal não há vulcões... &lt;em&gt;dasss&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tal doença rara chama-se &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumoultramicroscopicossilicovulcanoconiose"&gt;Pneumoultramicroscopicossilicovulcanoconiose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (44 letras).&lt;br /&gt;E, pelos vistos, não existem remédios para ela. Porque se existissem, talvez se chamassem &lt;strong&gt;antipneumoultramicroscopicossilicovulcanoconióticos&lt;/strong&gt; ou &lt;strong&gt;antipneumoultramicroscopicossilicovulcanoconiósicos&lt;/strong&gt; (ambos com 51 letras)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112932500893470668?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112932500893470668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112932500893470668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112932500893470668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112932500893470668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-maior-palavro-da-lngua-portuguesa.html' title='O maior palavrão da língua portuguesa'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112898424781400350</id><published>2005-10-10T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:56:45.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A propósito de maiorias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The majority never has right on its side. Never I say! That is one of the social lies that a free, thinking man is bound to rebel against. Who makes up the majority in any given country? Is it the wise men or the fools? I think we must agree that the fools are in a terrible overwhelming majority, all the wide world power. But, damn it, it can surely never be right that the stupid should rule over the clever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noruega.org.pt/culture/literature/drama/drama.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Henrik Ibsen&lt;/a&gt; (1828-1906) - An Enemy of the People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="70%" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="70%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visoesuteis.pt/" target="_blank"&gt;O INIMIGO (The Enemy)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptação de “O Inimigo do Povo” de Henrik Ibsen. A história de uma comunidade com uma verdade por revelar e dos jogos de poder que a escondem.&lt;br /&gt;Este espectáculo, estreado em 2004, é reposto em 2005 associando-se às comemorações do Ano Mundial da Física, já que a Física foi um elemento importante na adaptação dramatúrgica e definição da linguagem cénica desta produção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 a 13 de Novembro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;a href="http://www.rivoli.culturporto.pt/3/r3.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Rivoli&lt;/a&gt; – Teatro Municipal&lt;br /&gt;Praça D. João I, Porto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112898424781400350?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112898424781400350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112898424781400350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112898424781400350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112898424781400350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/propsito-de-maiorias.html' title='A propósito de maiorias'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112887086028721898</id><published>2005-10-09T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:14:20.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autárquicas 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje está um dia cinzento, feio, e não me apetece sair de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece fazer rigorosamente NADA... mas, tenho que ir exercer a minha cidadania.&lt;br /&gt;Votar é uma obrigação inerente à nossa condição de cidadãos de uma sociedade que desejamos democrática, e para além disso, é um sinal de respeito para com uma geração que lutou e sofreu por esse direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou votar, e pronto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(já agora, aproveito e levo o lixo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112887086028721898?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112887086028721898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112887086028721898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112887086028721898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112887086028721898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/autrquicas-2005.html' title='Autárquicas 2005'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112876188293003328</id><published>2005-10-08T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:01:49.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/fui%20reflectir.jpg" border="0" alt="" z-index=-1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112876188293003328?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112876188293003328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112876188293003328&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112876188293003328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112876188293003328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-de-reflexo.html' title='Dia de reflexão'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112850690134236280</id><published>2005-10-07T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:26:06.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parar ou abrandar? Eis a questão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agente - Boa tarde. Documentos se faz favor.&lt;br /&gt;Advogado - Mas porquê, Sr. Agente?&lt;br /&gt;Agente - Não parou no sinal de STOP ali atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Advogado - Eu abrandei, e como não vinha ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;Agente - Exacto. Documentos se faz favor.&lt;br /&gt;Advogado - Mas qual é a diferença entre abrandar e ter de parar?&lt;br /&gt;Agente - A diferença é que a lei diz que num sinal de STOP deve parar completamente a viatura. Documentos se faz favor.&lt;br /&gt;Advogado - Ouça proponho-lhe o seguinte: se me conseguir explicar a diferença legal entre abrandar e parar eu dou-lhe os documentos e pode multar-me. Senão deixa-me ir sem multa.&lt;br /&gt;Agente - Muito bem, aceito. Pode fazer o favor de sair da viatura?&lt;br /&gt;O Advogado acede e é então que o Agente retira o seu cacetete e desata a desancá-lo violentamente como mandam as regras. E vai dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;- Quer que eu PARE ou que ABRANDE só?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112850690134236280?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112850690134236280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112850690134236280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112850690134236280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112850690134236280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/parar-ou-abrandar-eis-questo.html' title='Parar ou abrandar? Eis a questão...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112850614838183808</id><published>2005-10-05T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:55:48.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Implantação da Républica</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/5out.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112850614838183808?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112850614838183808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112850614838183808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112850614838183808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112850614838183808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/10/implantao-da-rpublica.html' title='Implantação da Républica'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112418496630699960</id><published>2005-09-19T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:39:33.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Importância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ap&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;sar do m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;u t&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;clado s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;r d&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; um mod&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;lo antigo, funciona b&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;m, com &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;xc&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;pção d&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; uma t&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;cla. Há 104 t&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;clas qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; funcionam b&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;m, m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nos uma, &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; isso faz uma grand&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; dif&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nça. Às v&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;z&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;s, par&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;-m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; o m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;u grupo d&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; amigos &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; como o m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;u t&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;clado, qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;m todos os m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;mbros &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;stão d&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;mp&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nhando suas funçõ&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;s como d&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;viam, qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; há s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;mpr&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; um m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;mbro qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; acha qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; a sua aus&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;ncia não s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;rá s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;ntida...&lt;br /&gt;Dirás tu: "Afinal, sou ap&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nas uma p&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;ça s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;m &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;xpr&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;ssão &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;, por isso, não far&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;i dif&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nça &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; falta à comunidad&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;ntr&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;tanto, para uma organização pod&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;r progr&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;dir &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;fici&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nt&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nt&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;, pr&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;cisa da participação activa &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; cons&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;cutiva d&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; todos os s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;us int&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;grant&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima v&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;z qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; p&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;nsar&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;s qu&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; não pr&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;cisam d&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; ti, l&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;mbra-t&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; do m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;u v&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;lho t&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;clado &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; diz a ti m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;smo: "&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;u sou uma p&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;ça important&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; do grupo &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; os m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;us amigos pr&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;cisam dos m&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;us s&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;rviços!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, parece que agora o teclado já está bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entendeste o que esta mensagem quer dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Percebeste a tua imensa participação na vida daqueles que te rodeiam? Percebeste que, assim como há pessoas que são importantes para nós, também somos importantes para alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de que somos parte do Universo e como tal somos uma peça que não podemos faltar no quebra-cabeças da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112418496630699960?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112418496630699960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112418496630699960&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112418496630699960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112418496630699960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/09/importncia.html' title='Importância'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112678065191645287</id><published>2005-09-15T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:41:34.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AVC's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.igc.gulbenkian.pt/sites/soliveira/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.igc.gulbenkian.pt/sites/soliveira/img/anuncio2.jpg" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112678065191645287?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.igc.gulbenkian.pt/sites/soliveira/' title='AVC&apos;s'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112678065191645287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112678065191645287&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112678065191645287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112678065191645287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/09/avcs.html' title='AVC&apos;s'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112659373824151602</id><published>2005-09-13T07:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:48:09.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se acharem que vale a pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/pedigree2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/200/pedigree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aparecam no Domingo 18 de Setembro às 14.30 da tarde, junto á Faculdade de Medicina em Monsanto (Lisboa).&lt;br /&gt;A iniciativa, que parte da conhecida PEDIGREE (marca de produtos para animais) e conta com o apoio da Câmara de Lisboa, pretende quebrar o recorde do maior passeio de cães, com 5017 participantes, registado no ano passado, em Inglaterra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pedigree.pt/not/not/not10.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consulta aqui o regulamento&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como não tenho cão, para mim "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guinness.com/row_en/beer/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;guinness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" vai ter outro significado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112659373824151602?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112659373824151602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112659373824151602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112659373824151602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112659373824151602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/09/se-acharem-que-vale-pena.html' title='Se acharem que vale a pena'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112644144800225003</id><published>2005-09-11T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:24:08.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem do sobretudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ponham o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;som bem alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e disfrutem desta pérola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/jc.magalhaes/images/mourinho.jpg" width="100%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed align="left" src="http://69.93.40.114/~today123/audio/giftjose.wma" width="200" weight="200" autostart="false"&gt; "An ultra professional, no detail is overlooked in preperation or training, it is also his personality that has not only made him loved by the Chelsea fans but made him the most talked about, and written about, manager last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourinho has a university degree in Physical Education specialising in football methodology and has won two Portuguese Championships, the Portuguese Cup and Portuguese Super Cup as well as the UEFA Champions League and UEFA Cup in his last two years in Portugal. In his first season in the England he won the Premiership and Carling Cup. His methodology is something that is obviously well honed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelseafc.com/StatPage.asp?id=Jose_Mourinho&amp;amp;nav=players"&gt;Mais...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se não fosse para ganhar ele não andava por aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112644144800225003?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112644144800225003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112644144800225003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112644144800225003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112644144800225003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-homem-do-sobretudo.html' title='O homem do sobretudo'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112629752764762622</id><published>2005-09-09T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:25:27.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabou a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frase da semana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...) Acho que, no caso de Soares, o PS foi longe de mais na intenção do aumento da idade de reforma...(...)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah pois é!!! Se ele for eleito, o Sócrates vai alegar que é possível trabalhar até aos 85 anos!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frase do dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Os políticos e as fraldas devem ser mudados frequentemente pelas mesmas razões"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Francis Banard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112629752764762622?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112629752764762622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112629752764762622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112629752764762622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112629752764762622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/09/acabou-semana.html' title='Acabou a semana'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112531846458042091</id><published>2005-08-29T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:27:44.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabaram as férias...</title><content type='html'>Agora que começava a descansar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/fimferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/fimferias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112531846458042091?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112531846458042091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112531846458042091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112531846458042091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112531846458042091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/acabaram-as-frias.html' title='Acabaram as férias...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112508131208564296</id><published>2005-08-26T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:37:28.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/22111364_e97ffcf333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112508131208564296?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112508131208564296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112508131208564296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112508131208564296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112508131208564296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom fim-de-semana'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112498118299412307</id><published>2005-08-25T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:48:18.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Upa-Upa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mais uma vez aumentou a gasolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasolina S/Chumbo 95 ...... 1,249€ (Portugal*) ...... 1,013€ (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;Gasolina S/Chumbo 98 ...... 1,314€ (Portugal*) ...... 1,117€ (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;Gásoleo ............................ 1,014€ (Portugal*) ...... 0,937€ (Espanha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na gasolineira que me fica mais à mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A diferença de valores é explicada pelas diferentes taxas de impostos praticadas nos dois países. &lt;u&gt;Descontando o Imposto Sobre Combustíveis e o IVA, em Portugal, a gasolina é mais barata 0,009 euros e o gasóleo 0,007 euros, do que em Espanha.&lt;/u&gt; No entanto, vendo os preços praticados ao público (incluindo os impostos), abastecer num posto espanhol implica uma poupança de quase 20 cêntimos por litro na gasolina - qualquer coisa como 12 euros, para atestar um depósito normal, de 60 litros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Saleiro aponta o dedo às margens de lucro das petrolíferas, que garante serem elevadas, e à Autoridade da Concorrência, por permitir a concorrência desleal ao permitir a abertura de gasolineiras junto aos hipermercados. Saleiro explica que um posto que venda três milhões de litros por ano, dá à companhia 1,2 milhões de euros, mas recebe apenas 60 mil euros, afiança. E como os pequenos revendedores não têm autonomia para decidir o preço que cobram aos consumidores, não existe «uma verdadeira liberalização do sector».” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Notícia do PortugalDiário em 2005/08/23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A Associação Nacional dos Revendedores de Combustíveis (ANAREC) quer preços iguais nos combustíveis em Portugal e Espanha. Esta é a principal proposta apresentada pelo presidente da Associação aos partidos políticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Saleiro disse ao PortugalDiário que defende a «harmonização fiscal dos combustíveis entre Portugal e Espanha». Só assim poderá «existir um equilíbrio» na fiscalidade sobre os produtos. Saleiro referiu ainda que a harmonização fiscal evitaria que «grande parte do consumo de combustível fosse conduzido para Espanha, recebendo assim o Estado português mais impostos».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O documento entregue aos partidos, e que o PortugalDiário teve acesso, diz que «os vendedores de combustíveis pretendem reduzir as diferenças abismais entre as taxas praticadas num e noutro país».” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Notícia do PortugalDiário em 2005/01/26&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não havia necessidade...&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/gasolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/gasolina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112498118299412307?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112498118299412307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112498118299412307&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112498118299412307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112498118299412307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/upa-upa.html' title='Upa-Upa'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112491557369443824</id><published>2005-08-24T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:38:54.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É assim tão mau?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/sem%20t??tulo11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/400/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112491557369443824?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112491557369443824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112491557369443824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112491557369443824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112491557369443824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/assim-to-mau.html' title='É assim tão mau?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112435960801894028</id><published>2005-08-18T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:02:22.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino: São Facundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/mapaabrantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/320/mapaabrantes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;São Facundo é o destino para este fim-de-semana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É uma das 19 freguesias do concelho de Abrantes, foi lá que a minha mãe nasceu, e é onde se concentra a maioria da família. Aproveitamos as festas da freguesia, que se realizam sempre no penúltimo fim-de-semana de Agosto, e juntamos a malta toda. A família é grande e torna-se engraçado todo aquele convívio. Todos nos damos bem, não há confusões (pelo menos que eu saiba), todos se ajudam, são unidos e são um exemplo para muitas outras famílias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A aldeia em si é pequena. Pouco tem para ver. Tem uma Igreja (como todas as terrinhas) com um sino que ainda toca. Depois, se passearmos pela aldeia, podemos observar as ruas ladeadas por casas térreas, onde ainda se sentam os velhotes a apanhar ar e a ver quem passa... Martírio!!! Percorrer aquelas ruas é um martírio! A maioria das pessoas da aldeia são tios, tias, primos, primas e sei lá mais o quê... o que nos obriga a parar em todas as "estações e apeadeiros" para dizer "Olá, como vai a saúdinha?" e ouvir sempre as mesmas respostas. Um simples caminho de 50 metros, para ir ao café ou a casa dos meus tios, chega a demorar 2 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em termos de diversão (para além das festas) podemos encontrar 4 cafés na aldeia (um deles serve de bar nocturno com salão de jogos), mais a casa do povo onde a malta mais nova se junta para jogar uma cartada, uns matrecos e um ping-pong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A festa realiza-se no "parque" que é um espaço onde encontramos um ringue com bancadas (coberto), um parque infantil e umas salas que servem para buffets, reuniões, e até como barraquinhas de comes e bebes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A afluência é grande pois, para além do pessoal da terra, juntam-se os familiares que estão longe (como é o nosso caso) e gente das terras vizinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos ver no que isto dá... Na última festa a que fui "enfrasquei-me à grande"! Vamos ver se este ano consigo escapar... o que é difícil quando toda a gente nos oferece cerveja... (só primos direitos são 11 estando 4 casados, o que perfaz: 8 primos e 7 primas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah... a festa também tem o seu carácter religioso, com a missa da praxe e uma procissão que corre a aldeia (quase) toda. Mas isso não interessa nada porque anda-se que se farta, apanha-se um calor infernal, e não se come nem bebe nada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(xiii... com esta é que vou mesmo parar ao inferno!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112435960801894028?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112435960801894028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112435960801894028&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112435960801894028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112435960801894028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/destino-so-facundo.html' title='Destino: São Facundo'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112418397672673484</id><published>2005-08-16T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T10:19:36.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/fo_papagaio01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/200/fo_papagaio01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Num matagal, ao pé das montanhas do Himalaia, vivia um papagaio juntamente com muitos outros animais. Um dia, um fogo, causado pela fricção de bambus motivada pelos fortes ventos, começou a se alastrar pelo matagal, pondo em alarmada confusão os animais. O papagaio, sentindo compaixão pelo temor e sofrimento deles e desejando retribuir a bondade que recebeu do bambuzal, em que se abrigava, tentou por todos os meios, salvá-los. Mergulhava repetidamente numa lagoa próxima, voava sobre o fogo e, sacudindo-se, derrubava algumas gotas de água para apagar o fogo. Repetia esta operação diligentemente, com o coração de compaixão e gratidão para o matagal.&lt;br /&gt;Um leão vendo o auto-sacrifício do papagaio disse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tens uma mente nobre, mas o que esperas conseguir com umas poucas gotas de água contra este fogo imenso&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O papagaio respondeu: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Nada pode ser conseguido sem a mente de gratidão e auto-sacríficio. Tentarei e continuarei a tentar até na próxima vida&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O leão ficou impressionado com tamanha determinação do papagaio e juntos apagaram o fogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicado aos bravos bombeiros que combatem os nossos incêndios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112418397672673484?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112387717733956634</id><published>2005-08-12T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:33:21.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FÉRIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente chegaram!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Vou aproveitar para:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/descansar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/320/descansar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;e ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/dormir3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/320/dormir3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112387717733956634?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112387717733956634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112387717733956634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112387717733956634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112387717733956634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/frias.html' title='FÉRIAS'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112383184079141164</id><published>2005-08-12T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:30:41.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá quase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Falta 1 dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;... de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112383184079141164?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112383184079141164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112383184079141164&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112383184079141164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112383184079141164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/t-quase.html' title='Tá quase'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112301736982920025</id><published>2005-08-02T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:27:29.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's look at the trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lufa-lufa do dia-a-dia nem sempre permite que façamos aquelas pequenas coisas de que tanto gostamos. Quem não gosta de ver um bom filme? Eu gosto, mas infelizmente pouco tempo tenho para me sentar durante 2 horas a olhar para um écran (ou tela).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para os amantes de cinema (que tenham tanto tempo como eu), o site &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.angryalien.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disponibiliza alguns dos filmes mais famosos numa versão "vai ser bom... ñ foi?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aconselho a ver e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the nominees are&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/0704/alienbunnies.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/0204/exorcistbunnies.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O Exorcista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/0605/pulpfictionbuns.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/0804/jawsbunnies.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tubarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/0604/titanicbunnies.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divirtam-se!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112301736982920025?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.angryalien.com/' title='Let&apos;s look at the trailer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112301736982920025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112301736982920025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112301736982920025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112301736982920025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-look-at-trailer.html' title='Let&apos;s look at the trailer'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112272012316466739</id><published>2005-07-30T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:44:35.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida nas empresas - Lição n.º 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Uma vez um passarinho voava para o Sul para lá passar o Inverno. Estava tanto frio, que o passarinho congelou e caiu no meio dum campo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Enquanto ele jazia ali, imóvel, passou uma vaca e deixou-lhe cair em cima uma bosta.&lt;br /&gt;O passarinho gelado, no meio do monte de estrume, começou a aperceber-se que estava a ficar mais quente. O estrume estava a aconchegá-lo! E ele ficou ali, quentinho e feliz, tão feliz que começou a cantar de alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Um gato que passava ouviu cantar e foi investigar. Seguindo o som, o gato descobriu o passarinho debaixo do estrume, desenterrou-o, e comeu-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A moral desta História é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Nem todos que te põem na merda te querem mal;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nem todos os que te tiram da merda são teus amigos;&lt;br /&gt;3) Quando estiveres enterrado na merda, mantém a boca fechada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112272012316466739?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112272012316466739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112272012316466739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112272012316466739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112272012316466739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/07/vida-nas-empresas-lio-n-3.html' title='Vida nas empresas - Lição n.º 3'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112271995716610003</id><published>2005-07-30T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:45:06.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida nas empresas - Lição n.º 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Uma vez estava um peru na conversa com um touro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Adoraria conseguir subir ao ramo mais alto daquela árvore&lt;/em&gt;," suspirou o peru, "&lt;em&gt;mas não tenho energia suficiente&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Porque que não bicas algum do meu estrume?&lt;/em&gt;", perguntou o touro. "&lt;em&gt;Está cheio de nutrientes&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;O peru debicou um pouco de bosta, e descobriu que de facto aquilo lhe deu forças suficientes para chegar ao primeiro ramo da árvore.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, após comer mais um pouco de bosta, chegou ao segundo ramo da árvore. Depois de alguns dias estava finalmente empoleirado no ramo mais alto da árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Rapidamente foi visto por um caçador, que atirou nele e o matou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Moral da História:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Comer bosta pode-te levar ao topo, mas não te mantém lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112271995716610003?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112271995716610003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112271995716610003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112271995716610003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112271995716610003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/07/vida-nas-empresas-lio-n-2.html' title='Vida nas empresas - Lição n.º 2'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112271975723151673</id><published>2005-07-30T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:45:44.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida nas empresas - Lição n.º 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Era uma vez um corvo que passava os dias sentado numa árvore, sem fazer nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Um coelhinho viu corvo e perguntou-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Posso ficar todo o dia sentado contigo sem fazer nada?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;E o corvo respondeu-lhe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Claro, porque não?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Então o coelhinho sentou-se no chão por baixo do corvo, e descansou. De repente apareceu uma raposa matreira, saltou em cima do coelho, e comeu-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da História:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para estares sentado sem fazer nada, tens de estar sentado muito, muito alto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112271975723151673?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112271975723151673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112271975723151673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/1600/teckel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2045/597/320/teckel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112224255416311548?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112224255416311548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112224255416311548&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112224255416311548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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férias'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-112124405524911653</id><published>2005-07-12T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:47:23.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Vazia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sai minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;deixa o amor entrar&lt;br /&gt;não quero ficar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só de alma vazia&lt;br /&gt;outro dia sem cor&lt;br /&gt;que me pintasse de amor&lt;br /&gt;com o fogo da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem eu quero não me quer&lt;br /&gt;e a quem me quer não me dou&lt;br /&gt;prisioneiro deste medo de me perder&lt;br /&gt;de voltar a dar de mim e outra vez depender&lt;br /&gt;de um amor que faz doer e dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;e eu não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não já não aguento a solidão&lt;br /&gt;o amor não vem e eu não&lt;br /&gt;já não aguento a solidão&lt;br /&gt;só quero outra paixão&lt;br /&gt;e voltar a dar de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai doce desejo&lt;br /&gt;procurar num olhar&lt;br /&gt;o amor que me sorria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou só de alma vazia&lt;br /&gt;outro dia sem cor&lt;br /&gt;que me pintasse de amor&lt;br /&gt;com o fogo da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem eu quero não me quer&lt;br /&gt;e a quem me quer não me dou&lt;br /&gt;prisioneiro deste medo de me perder&lt;br /&gt;de voltar a dar de mim e outra vez depender&lt;br /&gt;de um amor que faz doer e dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;e eu não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não já não aguento a solidão&lt;br /&gt;o amor não vem e eu não&lt;br /&gt;já não aguento a solidão&lt;br /&gt;só quero outra paixão&lt;br /&gt;e voltar a dar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-112124405524911653?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/112124405524911653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=112124405524911653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112124405524911653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/112124405524911653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/07/alma-vazia.html' title='Alma Vazia'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-111685100757927549</id><published>2005-05-23T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:56:46.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPEÕES, CAMPEÕES... NÓS SOMOS CAMPEÕES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.slbenfica.pt/Wallpaper/wallpaper_clube_01_800.jpg" width="450" height="300"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-111685100757927549?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/111685100757927549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=111685100757927549&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111685100757927549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111685100757927549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/05/campees-campees-ns-somos-campees.html' title='CAMPEÕES, CAMPEÕES... NÓS SOMOS CAMPEÕES!!!'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-111554442417161035</id><published>2005-05-08T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T10:46:03.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode à Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MEUS SENHORES AQUI ESTÁ A ÁGUA&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA A CARA E LAVA OS OLHOS&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA A RATA E OS ENTREFOLHOS&lt;br /&gt;REGA A NABIÇA E OS AGRIÕES&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA A PIÇA E OS COLHÕES&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA AS DAMAS E O QUE ESTÁ VAGO&lt;br /&gt;POIS LAVA AS MAMAS E LAVA O RABO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEUS SENHORES AQUI ESTÁ A ÁGUA&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA A SALSA E O RABANETE&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA A LINGUA A QUEM FAZ MINETE&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA O CÚ MESMO DE RASCA&lt;br /&gt;TIRA O CHEIRO A BACALHAU DE LASCA&lt;br /&gt;QUE BEBE O HOMEM, QUE BEBE O CÃO&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA A CONA E O BERBIGÃO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEUS SENHORES AQUI ESTÁ A ÁGUA&lt;br /&gt;QUE REGA OS ALHOS E OS GRELINHOS&lt;br /&gt;QUE LACA AS CUECAS E OS PANINHOS&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA O SANGUE DE GRANDES LUTAS&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA AS SÉRIAS, QUE LAVA AS PUTAS&lt;br /&gt;APAGA O LUME E O BORRALHO&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA AS GUELRAS E O CARALHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEUS SENHORES AQUI ESTÁ A ÁGUA&lt;br /&gt;QUE REGA AS ROSAS E O MANGERICO&lt;br /&gt;QUE LAVA O BIDET E O PENICO&lt;br /&gt;TIRA O SEBINHO DAS ALGIBEIRAS&lt;br /&gt;DÁ DE BEBER ÀS FERSUREIRAS&lt;br /&gt;LAVA AS TROMBAS A QUALQUER FANTOCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E LAVA A BOCA DEPOIS DE UM BROCHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arqnet.pt/dicionario/bocagemanuel.html"&gt;Manuel Maria Barbosa du Bocage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inag.pt/inag2004/port/divulga/actualidades/seca/seca.html"&gt;água&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é mesmo importante!!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-111554442417161035?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/111554442417161035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=111554442417161035&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111554442417161035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111554442417161035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/05/ode-gua.html' title='Ode à Água'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-111354735399469679</id><published>2005-04-15T08:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T07:42:33.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tema do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Obrigatóriamente, todas as conversas de hoje centralizar-se-ão num assunto: &lt;strong&gt;Futebol&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Já me estou a mentalizar para os cometários relativos ao SCP-Newcastle de ontem. Vai haver de tudo... Os &lt;em&gt;lagartos&lt;/em&gt; de "peito feito", sorridentes e orgulhosos da sua equipa, e os restantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Apesar da minha cor clubista não ser o verde, tenho que dar os parabéns ao... Newcastle por saberem perder. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-111354735399469679?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/111354735399469679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=111354735399469679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111354735399469679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111354735399469679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/04/tema-do-dia.html' title='Tema do dia...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-111317074190980884</id><published>2005-04-10T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:10:41.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em defesa de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ontem, andava eu de um lado para o outro, a fazer os preparativos para o jantar. Era hora de telejornal e a televisão estava ligada na TVI (não por minha vontade...). Eu ia "apanhando" as notícias como se fossem laranjas... umas com mais, outras com menos sumo, mas todas com demasiados caroços. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bom, num dado momento a minha atenção centrou-se num rosto bonito que apareceu no ecrã (tão bonito que nem me lembrei de ler o nome), tendo como palco de fundo uma qualquer rua do Mónaco. A notícia era sobre o estado de saúde do marido da Carolina do Mónaco, e a certa altura a jornalista disse: "&lt;em&gt;Nas ruas do Mónaco ouve-se um silêncio ensurdecedor(...)&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confesso que a minha primeira reacção foi de jocosidade, e pensei para mim próprio: "&lt;em&gt;Olha, aqui está uma mulher como eu gosto... bonita, bom emprego (sempre dá para me pagar uns jantares) e faz-me rir&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Convenhamos que a expressão não soa muito bem, pois não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que ensurdece é o ruído, não o silêncio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas, pensando bem, ela até é capaz de ter razão. Vejamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fui ao dicionário procurar o significado de Ensurdecedor e constatei que a primeira definição é "&lt;em&gt;que ensurdece&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem ensurdece fica surdo, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que é que os surdos ouvem? O silêncio!!! &lt;em&gt;Et voilá!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querida jornalista... não sei o teu nome, mas podes contar comigo! Estou do teu lado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-111317074190980884?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/111317074190980884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=111317074190980884&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111317074190980884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111317074190980884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/04/em-defesa-de.html' title='Em defesa de...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-111265784342890178</id><published>2005-04-05T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:44:01.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino do Estoril</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://casino.moonlight.pt/suporte/imagens/banner_concertos_big.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É preciso dizer mais alguma coisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-111265784342890178?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/111265784342890178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=111265784342890178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111265784342890178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111265784342890178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/04/casino-do-estoril_05.html' title='Casino do Estoril'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-111243364100482618</id><published>2005-04-02T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:20:41.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Father (Take II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Então não é que começou mesmo a chover... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se soubesse que era assim tão fácil, já tinha pedido à mais tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deixa a torneirinha aberta durante uns tempinhos. Pode ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obrigado JP, és o maior!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-111243364100482618?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/111243364100482618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=111243364100482618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111243364100482618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111243364100482618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-father-take-ii.html' title='The Holy Father (Take II)'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-111243179511003299</id><published>2005-04-02T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:04:15.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Karol Josef Wojtyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (mais conhecido por... Papa) está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; de partida para o Além. Problemas burocráticos relacionados com a lista de espera (o príncipe Rainier do Mónaco também já está no check-in), parecem estar a atrasar a partida, mas a confiança mantém-se e a merecida viagem de descanso não tardará... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boa viagem e cumprimentos à Irmã Lúcia.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah... já agora, se não te importares, mete uma cunha para chover, ok? Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-111243179511003299?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.popejohnpaul.com/' title='The Holy Father'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/111243179511003299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=111243179511003299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111243179511003299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/111243179511003299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-father.html' title='The Holy Father'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-110590813488239756</id><published>2005-01-16T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:50:09.123Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não, não fugi nem emigrei!!! (Nem tão pouco estive em São Tomé e Príncipe...)&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que começei com a "pica" toda e agora não feito nada na net, mas o meu tempo é curto para tanta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a minha vida super-preenchida e alguma coisa tem que ficar para trás. Precisava de 24h por dia e 24h por noite, como o Samora Machel. :)&lt;br /&gt;Também sei que há maneiras mais fáceis de inserir comentários, mas para desenrascar esta dá (e ainda há o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0246218502/forum.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), a vossa preguiça é que é muita! :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-110590813488239756?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/110590813488239756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=110590813488239756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110590813488239756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110590813488239756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-110370983193740206</id><published>2004-12-22T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:03:51.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de Natal (Take II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mais um Natal, mais um ano e, como sempre, fazemos reflexões sobre as nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Neste ano posso dizer a todos que a minha lição de vida foi que não existe nada mais importante para nós que os nossos entes queridos. Aprendi muito sobre isso este ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Algumas pessoas, ao lerem esta mensagem, sabem do que falo e sabem que foram (e são) muito importantes para mim, e quero agradecer a todos por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Assim, só posso desejar a todos os meus amigos que, neste Natal e no próximo ano, possam estar com as pessoas que amam e com os verdadeiros amigos. Nada é mais importante que isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E que cada um recorde que o tão apregoado "Espírito Natalício", não deve ser só nesta época em particular, mas que deve ser extensivo a todo o ano, a todas as ocasiões e a todas as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BOAS FESTAS E UM EXCELENTE ANO DE 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-110370983193740206?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/110370983193740206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=110370983193740206&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110370983193740206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110370983193740206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2004/12/mensagem-de-natal-take-ii.html' title='Mensagem de Natal (Take II)'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-110370601047252637</id><published>2004-12-22T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:04:15.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quisera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Senh&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r, neste Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;armar uma árvore e nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;pendurar, em vez de bolas, os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;nomes de todos os meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s amigos de longe, de perto. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s antigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;e os mais recentes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s que vejo a cada dia e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;os que raramente encontro. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s sempre lembrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;e os que às vezes ficam esquecidos. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s constantes e os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;itenerantes. Das horas difíceis e os das horas alegres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s que, sem querer eu magoei, ou sem querer me magoaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aqueles a quem conheço profundamente e aqueles de quem conheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;apenas a aparência. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s que me devem e aqueles a quem muito devo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Meus amigos humildes e meus amigos importantes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s nomes de todos os que já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;passaram pela minha vida. Uma árvore de raízes muito profundas para que seus nomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;nunca sejam arrancados do meu coração. de ramos muito extensos para que novos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;nomes vindos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;de todas as partes venham juntar-se aos existentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Uma árvore de sombras muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;agradáveis para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;que a nossa amizade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;seja um momento de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;repouso nas lutas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;Que o Natal esteja vivo em cada dia do ano que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;se inicia para que possamos juntos viver o amor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-110370601047252637?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/110370601047252637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=110370601047252637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110370601047252637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110370601047252637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2004/12/mensagem-de-natal.html' title='Mensagem de Natal'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-110156989148342892</id><published>2004-11-27T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-27T15:45:40.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Não há DEPOIS... Sejam Felizes</title><content type='html'>Palavras sábias!!! Recebi estas palavras, através de um e-mail de uma amiga, e acho que merecem ser partilhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;DEPOIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convencemo-nos que a vida será melhor depois...&lt;br /&gt;depois de acabar os estudos,&lt;br /&gt;depois de arranjar trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;depois de casarmos,&lt;br /&gt;depois de termos um filho,&lt;br /&gt;depois de termos outro filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, sentimo-nos frustrados porque os nossos filhos ainda não são suficientemente crescidos e julgamos que seremos mais felizes quando crescerem e deixarem de ser&lt;br /&gt;crianças.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, desesperamos porque são adolescentes, insuportáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos: "Seremos mais felizes quando esta fase acabar!"&lt;br /&gt;Então, decidimos que a nossa vida estará completa quando o nosso companheiro ou companheira estiver realizado...&lt;br /&gt;Quando tivermos um carro melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Quando pudermos ir de férias...&lt;br /&gt;Quando conseguirmos uma promoção...&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos reformarmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO HÁ MELHOR MOMENTO PARA SER FELIZ DO QUE AGORA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for agora, então quando será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida está cheia de depois...&lt;br /&gt;É melhor admiti-lo e decidir ser feliz agora, de todas as formas.&lt;br /&gt;Não há um depois, nem um caminho para a felicidade, a felicidade é o caminho e é AGORA!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de esperar até que acabes os estudos...&lt;br /&gt;até que te apaixones...&lt;br /&gt;até que encontres trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;até que te cases...&lt;br /&gt;até que tenhas filhos...&lt;br /&gt;até que eles saiam de casa...&lt;br /&gt;até que te divorcies...&lt;br /&gt;até que percas esses 10kg...&lt;br /&gt;até sexta-feira à noite ou Domingo de manhã...&lt;br /&gt;até à Primavera, o Verão, o Outono ou o Inverno, ou até que morras...&lt;br /&gt;para decidires então que não há melhor momento do que justamente ESTE para seres feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade é um trajecto, não um destino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-110156989148342892?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/110156989148342892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=110156989148342892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110156989148342892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110156989148342892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-h-depois-sejam-felizes.html' title='Não há DEPOIS... Sejam Felizes'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-110156865113063902</id><published>2004-11-27T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:28:24.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Será que o amor tem hora marcada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Há um relógio escondido em cada um, e para fazer amor os ponteiros das duas pessoas têm de marcar a mesma hora ao mesmo tempo. Isso não acontece todos os dias. Quem ama não depende do acto sexual para se sentir bem. Duas pessoas que estão juntas e que se querem bem precisam acertar os seus ponteiros, compaciência e perseverança, até entenderem que fazer amor é muito mais que umencontro, é um abraço das partes genitais.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-110156865113063902?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/110156865113063902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=110156865113063902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110156865113063902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/110156865113063902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2004/11/ser-que-o-amor-tem-hora-marcada.html' title='Será que o amor tem hora marcada?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649017.post-109731785161189494</id><published>2004-10-09T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:01:45.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-perto dos cabeça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para o corrente ano e como forma de maximizar as receitas fiscais, aqui vai uma sugestão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um casal chega ao consultório de um terapeuta sexual, e o médico faz aquela pergunta da praxe: - "&lt;em&gt;O que eu posso fazer por vocês&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;E o homem responde:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;O senhor poderia ver a gente a fazer amor&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;O médico fica um pouco espantado, mas concorda. Quando a relação termina, o médico diz:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Não há nada de errado com o modo que vocês fazem sexo. Está tudo perfeitamente normal&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;E então, cobra 40 euros pela consulta e o casal vai embora feliz da vida. Mas só que a cena se repete por várias semanas. O casal marca um horário, faz sexo para o médico apreciar, paga os 40 euros e deixa o consultório. Um belo dia, já bastante intrigado com aquela história, o médico resolve perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Afinal, o que vocês estão tentando descobrir&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;E o tipo diz:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Nós não estamos tentando descobrir coisa nenhuma. O problema é que ela é casada e eu não posso ir a casa dela. Eu também sou casado e ela não pode ir até minha casa. No Holiday Inn, um quarto custa 100 euros. No Sheraton, 150 euros. Nós fazemos amor aqui, no seu consultório por 40 euros e eu ainda sou reembolsado em 10 euros pela Segurança Social e deduzo no IRS o remanescente&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649017-109731785161189494?l=jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/feeds/109731785161189494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649017&amp;postID=109731785161189494&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/109731785161189494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649017/posts/default/109731785161189494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcmagalhaes.blogspot.com/2004/10/ex-perto-dos-cabea.html' title='Ex-perto dos cabeça...'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998248488453340614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCW_S0dhpw0/SpwpMh3ld0I/AAAAAAAAADo/sfBccLsAplE/S220/JC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
