tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81280796828398033642024-03-14T02:39:14.341+00:00Ad LibitumJanetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-22025303560960536552012-07-09T14:42:00.001+01:002012-07-09T14:44:06.430+01:00Um Verao sem til<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quando se comeca a trabalhar a vida muda. Tambem o Verao. Os dias para pisar a areia da praia, sentir o cheiro do mar salgado e o sol a queimar nos ombros, encurtam.
Mas quando se esta longe destas paisagens, a vida muda ainda mais. Ja nao ha areia, o cheiro e' o da terra molhada, e o sol encobre-se de cinzento. O Verao deixa de ter til... e deixa de ser Verao.Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-53882835212224353872012-06-05T18:04:00.001+01:002012-06-05T18:04:51.867+01:00Cupcakes<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft3ak8vgqdU/T848JHSY3UI/AAAAAAAAA00/upsFta1aK3g/s1600/528604_1983054392800_133070118_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft3ak8vgqdU/T848JHSY3UI/AAAAAAAAA00/upsFta1aK3g/s320/528604_1983054392800_133070118_n.jpg" /></a>
"A única maneira de nos livrarmos da tentação é ceder-lhe." Oscar WildeJanetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-4612591345589335472012-04-11T21:39:00.001+01:002012-04-11T21:39:19.271+01:00Nevoeiro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nem rei nem lei, nem paz nem guerra/ Define com perfil e ser/ Este fulgor baço da terra/ Que é Portugal a entristecer —
/Brilho sem luz e sem arder,
/Como o que o fogo-fátuo encerra.
/Ninguém sabe que coisa quer.
/Ninguém conhece que alma tem,
/Nem o que é mal nem o que é bem.
/(Que ânsia distante perto chora?)
/Tudo é incerto e derradeiro.
/Tudo é disperso, nada é inteiro.
/Ó Portugal, hoje és nevoeiro...
/É a Hora!
/Fernando PessoaJanetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-20786609762651565732012-02-23T15:35:00.000+00:002012-02-23T15:35:05.127+00:00A construir o meu castelo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes,
Mas não esqueço de que minha vida/
É a maior empresa do mundo…/
E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência./
Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver/
Apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise./
Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e/
Se tornar um autor da própria história…/
É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar/
Um oásis no recôndito da sua alma…/
É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida./
Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos./
É saber falar de si mesmo./
É ter coragem para ouvir um “Não”!!!/
É ter segurança para receber uma crítica,/
Mesmo que injusta…/
Pedras no caminho?/
Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo…
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"Did you have a long day?”
“Yes i did”
“Where are you from?”
“Portugal”
“Oh, Portugal!!!”
“And you?”
“India”
“Pakistan”
“From Curdistan”
“Poland”
“I am english”
(...)
I never met so many different nationalities in such a short period of time. Never had so many conversations after midnight about culture, languages, travels, colonisation…
Indeed, I came here to study intercultural communication. And if I am experiencing how is to adapt ourselves to a new context, discover new places, get used to another language, learn a different job, make new friends… I am also communicating all the time with culture. Multi-contexts surround me, everyday. They teach me new words and they show me boundaries of socialization. They help me in personal skills' development and they bring me frustation. They fill me up with knowledge and pleasure and they take away my confort zone.
Everyday is a new challenge... as everynight I get on the cab... and I get out...
"My home is here, on the right... number 25... thank you and have a good evening!"Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-12356010756477327542011-10-03T22:09:00.000+01:002011-10-03T22:09:54.550+01:00Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Há dias em que saio da cama às 5h30 da manhã. Ao pequeno-almoço como os belos dos Oaks, agarro na bicicleta e toca a pedalar até ao city centre! Entro no trabalho com o Good Morning na ponta da língua e passo o dia a dizer yes, no, ok, how can i help you, I need a coffe…!
Há dias em que faço compras no Tesco… outros no Sainsbury… Chego a casa e a minha roomate diz-me como sempre “I’m so tired today”… deito-me cedo… muito antes do relógio chegar ao número 12.
No entanto, há certos rituais dos quais não prescindo. Pequenos detalhes que me… aconchegam. Tais como um belo pão com manteiga acompanhado de um galão (feito com café expresso) ... Um refogado (ou estrugido como mais recentemente aprendi) a espalhar os cheiros do azeite, da cebola e do alho pelo casa… ou Jantar a Horas de Jantar! (que na minha casa o ritual foi sempre fielmente mantido às 20h) …Enfim... Portuguesices...!Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-19900251590246396632011-09-19T10:43:00.000+01:002011-09-19T10:43:16.997+01:00One day...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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... I’ll be studying abroad.
... I’ll be doing a Master Degree In Intercultural Communication.
... I’ll be living by myself, paying a rent, buying food, going to work...
... I’ll start all over again, I will meet new people, probably make new friends and discover a new city...
... I’ll miss so much my home, my family and friends!
One day I'll look back and say that everything worth it.
Today is the day!Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-83195201694650432882011-09-14T21:33:00.001+01:002011-09-14T21:33:12.945+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cambridge. August the 14th. 3 weeks.
When you have everything to feel great, it doesn’t mean you are! However, it also doesn’t mean you are not going to feel better afterwards.
Being in this Harry Potter style University City, full of bikes, tourists, alongside a river, and invaded by multiculturalism is, so far, crazy! Crazy, hard and scary… but also a challenge and a dream came true!
But if being out of our comfort zone is quite frightful… feeling stronger, wiser, open minded and fulfilled are also goals I want to achieve in the next few months.
And besides initial panic, loneliness, cultural shock and weather adaptation, it worth it! And I will find my comfy place here for a while!
It's time to catch the flower!Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-72903458995496916152011-09-07T09:41:00.001+01:002011-09-07T09:41:12.596+01:00What is your Road?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-45127785968594287202010-11-20T02:34:00.002+00:002010-11-20T02:41:08.131+00:00Cimeira da NATO e a cobertura jornalística<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TOcz6sq3BGI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5GTLsSJHlN0/s1600/cimeira-de-lisboa-logo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TOcz6sq3BGI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5GTLsSJHlN0/s320/cimeira-de-lisboa-logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541454950019040354" /></a><br />Algumas das mais interessantes informações dadas pelos jornalistas portugueses durante o 1º dia deste encontro internacional de chefes de estado e de governo:<br /><br />«O 1º ministro subiu por estas escadas...»<br />«Estamos a ver imagens do aeroporto da Portela…»<br />«A BESTA está equipada com sacos de sangue, caso o presidente precise de ser intervencionado»<br />«Estamos aqui nesta sala, que é o pavilhão número 4»<br />«Estamos a recordar o momento em que Barack Obama passou na 2ª circular»<br /><br />Alguém me explica porque é que se fazem 5 horas de emissão especial, se mais de 3 horas são a repetir as mesmas coisas e outras 2 a dizer coisas desnecessárias?Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-85737108263182809212010-11-19T11:39:00.002+00:002010-11-19T11:49:52.926+00:00Inception<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TOZkSG_WQ1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/MHilTWWOmT0/s1600/dormir-bem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TOZkSG_WQ1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/MHilTWWOmT0/s400/dormir-bem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541226653802709842" /></a>Levei uma bofetada. Foi um aviso. Acorda!<br />Mas os meus olhos insistiram em ficar fechados.<br />E quando, aos poucos, começo a abri-los, a ver as cores e o mundo…<br />Pááás! Outra bofetada!<br />Ainda estavas a dormir pah!Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-60008615692628806732010-11-13T16:29:00.001+00:002010-11-13T16:29:33.032+00:00...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TN685atoL6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/OeznhWc5lBo/s1600/garfield345.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TN685atoL6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/OeznhWc5lBo/s320/garfield345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539072286321553314" /></a>Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-68684930390607434082010-11-06T02:31:00.000+00:002010-11-06T02:32:10.670+00:00Delay to London... scale in Luxembourg!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TNS-BuA_BpI/AAAAAAAAAto/ixrwOWUn0uI/s1600/luxembourg_map.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TNS-BuA_BpI/AAAAAAAAAto/ixrwOWUn0uI/s400/luxembourg_map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536258778686490258" /></a>Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-13579091209321980572010-11-01T21:36:00.004+00:002010-11-01T21:40:16.748+00:00Sessão Fotográfica a um Gato<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zmVR9EEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3XslwC5eNg8/s1600/IMG_2977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zmVR9EEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3XslwC5eNg8/s320/IMG_2977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699200702124098" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zi9hAEII/AAAAAAAAAtY/JgR2bvRmAcU/s1600/IMG_3000.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zi9hAEII/AAAAAAAAAtY/JgR2bvRmAcU/s320/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534699142783176834" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zadIQBSI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aRBhwxvWy6I/s1600/IMG_3008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zadIQBSI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aRBhwxvWy6I/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534698996650476834" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zVN9wTsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/59bdZjdXZSQ/s1600/IMG_3043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zVN9wTsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/59bdZjdXZSQ/s320/IMG_3043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534698906680577730" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zGJ2--DI/AAAAAAAAAtA/z6p0xsSgghg/s1600/IMG_3045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TM8zGJ2--DI/AAAAAAAAAtA/z6p0xsSgghg/s320/IMG_3045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534698647880398898" /></a>Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-17145319250585078282010-10-29T16:56:00.000+01:002010-10-29T16:58:36.644+01:00Sobre Murphy e as suas Leis<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TMrvGPTV_wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/81dCXyxxfmg/s1600/murphy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TMrvGPTV_wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/81dCXyxxfmg/s320/murphy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533497982643994370" /></a>Algumas das Leis de Murphy dariam autênticas anedotas! <br />No entanto… não deixam de ser verdade!<br /><br />- Se alguma coisa pode dar errado, dará. E mais. Dará errado da pior maneira, no pior momento e de modo que cause o maior dano possível.<br /><br />- Nada é tão fácil quanto parece, nem tão difícil quanto a explicação do manual.<br /><br />- Seja qual for o resultado, haverá sempre alguém para:<br />a) interpretá-lo mal. <br />b) falsificá-lo<br /> c) dizer que já o tinha previsto<br /><br />- As peças que exigem maior manutenção ficarão no local mais inacessível do aparelho.<br /><br />- Se tem alguma coisa há muito tempo, pode deitar fora. Se deitar fora alguma coisa que tem há muito tempo, vai precisar logo dela.<br /><br />- Quando te ligam: <br />a) se tem caneta, não tem papel<br />b) se tem papel, não tem caneta<br />c) se tem ambos ninguém liga<br /><br />- Toda a ideia revolucionária provoca três estágios: <br />1º é impossível - não perca o meu tempo<br />2º é possível, mas não vale o esforço <br />3º eu sempre disse que era uma boa ideiaJanetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-23638320675016846082010-10-26T12:33:00.000+01:002010-10-26T12:34:16.420+01:00Portugal e a Crise<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TMa8jxBRLxI/AAAAAAAAAsw/17ADTgiooNk/s1600/370394_22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TMa8jxBRLxI/AAAAAAAAAsw/17ADTgiooNk/s320/370394_22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532316514911334162" /></a><br />Crise, recessão económica ou que lhe quiserem chamar.<br />Agora fala-se muito nisto de apertarmos mais o cinto. Mas e quando não houver mais buracos para apertar?<br />Não sei muito bem quando começamos a ter memória dos acontecimentos da nossa infância. Devo-me lembrar de alguns micro segundos de quando tinha uns 4 anos. Mas desde que me lembro de mim que me lembro de ouvir dizer que o país está em crise. Portanto, esta palavra já me é muito familiar. Só me leva a crer que nem tudo o que é familiar é bom!<br />Mas o motivo deste post tem um nome. Ou melhor, um título (que não é meu, é do DN).<br />«Portugal permanece dos países mais corruptos da Europa!»<br />Surpresos?!<br />E continuo.<br />«Portugal melhorou a sua performance relativamente a 2009, passando de 35.º lugar para 32.º, mas permanece um dos países da Europa Ocidental em pior posição»<br />Somos corruptos, mas estamos a melhorar a nossa performance, hein?!<br />(isso de melhorar a performance tem muito que se lhe diga)<br />Mais uma…<br />«Numa observação transversal ao longo dos últimos anos há pois uma queda de cerca de meio valor e uma perda de dez posições no ranking. A variação verificada este ano não é significativa, pelo que se pode concluir que Portugal se mantém estável na escala»<br />Estável parece-me uma palavra muito boa. É amena, tranquila e não causa muito alarido.<br />Por isso, se estamos estáveis, já não é mau!!<br />A mim ninguém me tira da ideia que um dos grandes problemas da crise é mesmo a corrupção.<br />Mas isto sou só eu a falar.Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-87287352182810839872010-10-20T15:19:00.003+01:002010-10-20T15:26:41.023+01:00A minha frase Nicola<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TL77gFLxf-I/AAAAAAAAAso/5PPOHKF2NUE/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TL77gFLxf-I/AAAAAAAAAso/5PPOHKF2NUE/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530133921023492066" /></a><br />Um dia compro um bilhete de ida sem volta...<br />Hoje é o dia!Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-86355006246859971182010-10-08T23:03:00.000+01:002010-10-08T23:04:07.381+01:00Nós<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TK-VPlc6UyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/olc-9bCM2QQ/s1600/IMG_9438.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TK-VPlc6UyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/olc-9bCM2QQ/s400/IMG_9438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525799362790839074" /></a><br />Nós somos o sítio que nos faz falta!Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-45723876450077112402010-10-05T14:23:00.000+01:002010-10-05T14:24:20.977+01:00Álvaro de CamposO que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço<br />Não disto nem daquilo,<br />Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:<br />Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo,<br />Cansaço.<br /><br />A subtileza das sensações inúteis,<br />As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma,<br />Os amores intensos por o suposto alguém.<br />Essas coisas todas -<br />Essas e o que faz falta nelas eternamente -;<br />Tudo isso faz um cansaço,<br />Este cansaço,<br />Cansaço.<br /><br />Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito,<br />Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível,<br />Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada -<br />Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles:<br />Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito,<br />Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível,<br />Porque eu quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, se puder ser,<br />Ou até se não puder ser...<br /><br />E o resultado?<br />Para eles a vida vivida ou sonhada,<br />Para eles o sonho sonhado ou vivido,<br />Para eles a média entre tudo e nada, isto é, isto...<br />Para mim só um grande, um profundo,<br />E, ah com que felicidade infecundo, cansaço,<br />Um supremíssimo cansaço.<br />Íssimo, íssimo. íssimo,<br />Cansaço...Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-30721787127939758402010-09-28T18:25:00.004+01:002010-09-28T18:32:47.834+01:00PICNIC = Dois dias de trabalho intenso<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKImPLwG9GI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dK7NWY1KJ44/s1600/IMG_2433.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKImPLwG9GI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dK7NWY1KJ44/s320/IMG_2433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522018135404115042" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKImIYYTuqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Xc3aJR7vy-M/s1600/IMG_2175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKImIYYTuqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Xc3aJR7vy-M/s320/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522018018534865570" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKIl_9xyUpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/RCrp4JeaLuo/s1600/IMG_2127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKIl_9xyUpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/RCrp4JeaLuo/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522017873955017362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKIlzsAgIXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_eJBWvI9BsQ/s1600/IMG_2377.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKIlzsAgIXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_eJBWvI9BsQ/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522017663026471282" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKIlsCbjWoI/AAAAAAAAArw/Ah51ocWt1JA/s1600/IMG_2627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TKIlsCbjWoI/AAAAAAAAArw/Ah51ocWt1JA/s320/IMG_2627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522017531606555266" /></a>Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128079682839803364.post-3928980917745326842010-09-19T11:42:00.007+01:002010-09-19T12:10:08.244+01:0015 horas e mais umas fotografias<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvf8WpZPI/AAAAAAAAArY/qeLWXzQc7rk/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvf8WpZPI/AAAAAAAAArY/qeLWXzQc7rk/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518580250468508914" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvantDXPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/iOChSDIRuAY/s1600/IMG_2008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvantDXPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/iOChSDIRuAY/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518580159025994994" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvTkbpzOI/AAAAAAAAArI/qDapSG27jBw/s1600/IMG_2035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvTkbpzOI/AAAAAAAAArI/qDapSG27jBw/s320/IMG_2035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518580037888625890" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvOu9umfI/AAAAAAAAArA/I25rRj9RQ3Y/s1600/IMG_2088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvOu9umfI/AAAAAAAAArA/I25rRj9RQ3Y/s320/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518579954816555506" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvIqDkGtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WHiETpbwv88/s1600/IMG_2100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53-qMyXCvNk/TJXvIqDkGtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WHiETpbwv88/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518579850419641042" /></a>Janetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694741528910436983noreply@blogger.com0