tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296614172009-07-04T02:39:00.940+01:00Solas na mesaSabem aqueles momentos em que dá vontade de pôr os pés em cima da mesa e largar o que se está a fazer ou no que se está a pensar por uns minutos?... é para o que servirá este blog, tanto para os visitantes como para o seu autor. Até Já!solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.comBlogger808125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-14015764308088642132009-07-04T02:39:00.002+01:002009-07-04T02:39:01.072+01:00John Hancock Tower (II)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkwQVC-sjJI/AAAAAAAACNc/2fUFna1G_qs/s1600-h/IMG_7119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkwQVC-sjJI/AAAAAAAACNc/2fUFna1G_qs/s400/IMG_7119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353672010799811730" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-1401576430808864213?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-66669270700323894422009-07-03T02:35:00.001+01:002009-07-03T02:35:01.298+01:00John Hancock Tower (I)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkwPdKImq6I/AAAAAAAACNU/xxTpOBhXWB8/s1600-h/IMG_7106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkwPdKImq6I/AAAAAAAACNU/xxTpOBhXWB8/s400/IMG_7106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353671050647743394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Torcam por mim... neste momento devo estar num casino a tentar largar o malvado habito de trabalhar para sempre....<br /><br />Viva LAAAAAAssss Vegas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-6666927070032389442?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-86142497826740035242009-07-02T19:30:00.000+01:002009-07-02T19:30:01.922+01:00viva LAS VEGAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkwOKnUgXUI/AAAAAAAACNM/w9cVJg3rgkA/s1600-h/IMG_6983.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkwOKnUgXUI/AAAAAAAACNM/w9cVJg3rgkA/s400/IMG_6983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353669632553147714" border="0" /></a><br />olha eu a ir para o playground dos gringos!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-8614249782674003524?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-37649722448975213212009-07-02T04:38:00.000+01:002009-07-02T04:38:00.611+01:00so' na America (V)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkrayrLjlOI/AAAAAAAACNE/yaiz4LFGZ7I/s1600-h/IMG_7164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkrayrLjlOI/AAAAAAAACNE/yaiz4LFGZ7I/s400/IMG_7164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353331671202764002" border="0" /></a><br />palavras para que? hehe<br />o berdadeiro CROMO.<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-3764972244897521321?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-53839987240238936062009-07-01T05:23:00.001+01:002009-07-01T05:23:01.379+01:00o SOLAS em Boston<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkmUPAHW5gI/AAAAAAAACMk/n4a0Yd3_z4Q/s1600-h/IMG_7103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkmUPAHW5gI/AAAAAAAACMk/n4a0Yd3_z4Q/s400/IMG_7103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352972617556354562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkmUPsKJTnI/AAAAAAAACMs/yzidEp3ioks/s1600-h/IMG_7104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkmUPsKJTnI/AAAAAAAACMs/yzidEp3ioks/s400/IMG_7104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352972629379206770" border="0" /></a><br />e nao e' que ja me copiaram?<br /><br />Tal como o Padrinho tinha descoberto ha' algumas semanas atras, tenho um homonimo por estas bandas. E olhando ao site (do bar...) ainda da' para aprender que a origem da palavra solas e' celta e significa "conforto".<br /><br />nao entrei... eram 5 da tarde e o bar estava cheio de entusiastas do basebol que ainda nao entendo. Nem o jogo nem os entusiastas...<br /><br />esse assunto esta' em vias de resolucao, comprei o "baseball for dummies" e quando acabar de ler as 400 paginas vou poder participar ns longos seroes com que os Red Sox fazem Boston vibrar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ou nao!<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-5383998724023893606?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-73245119474528103032009-06-30T04:41:00.002+01:002009-06-30T04:44:20.435+01:00so' na America (IV)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkmKDZ2SzqI/AAAAAAAACMU/dNYmvmMirKU/s1600-h/IMG_7156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkmKDZ2SzqI/AAAAAAAACMU/dNYmvmMirKU/s400/IMG_7156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352961423189397154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />e de repente... aparece um gajo com uma caixa de cartao na cabeca a passear como se nada fosse.<br /><br />Olho para um lado... olho para outro... nao... nao e' um caloiro de uma tuna...<br /><br />o que sera'???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-7324511947452810303?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-79026016533441411482009-06-29T04:44:00.006+01:002009-07-01T04:46:45.225+01:00Harvard Square<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Skg5bJV5mHI/AAAAAAAACMI/XzBzsKbgUyw/s1600-h/IMG_7144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Skg5bJV5mHI/AAAAAAAACMI/XzBzsKbgUyw/s400/IMG_7144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352591295656859762" border="0" /></a><br />Domingo em Harvard. A nata academica do mundo mistura-se com os turistas que por ali gravitam, talvez na perspectiva de assimilarem a colossal base de conhecimento que representa a populacao de Cambridge ou talvez a procurarem um polo com "Harvard" escrito para dar a um familiar no Ohio ou em New Hampshire. Eu gosto de andar por ali, pensando que talvez devesse voltar a estudar, passeando pelas livrarias que por ali ha' (fantasticas!), e ouvindo a musica revivalista dos musicos que ganham a vida na rua.<br /><br />Harvard e' um local muito diferente. Por exemplo existem bancas de livros 'a venda sem ninguem tomar conta. O preco esta afixado e a caixa do dinheiro fica ali pousada junto de um placar "Please do not take the money. Otherwise you will never have the oportunity to buy books so cheap".<br />Domingo em Harvard.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-7902601653344141148?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-21556002727460815552009-06-27T06:13:00.003+01:002009-06-28T04:35:00.137+01:00so' na America (III)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkWrLIbBdeI/AAAAAAAACMA/Uc_MeJDY_Ko/s1600-h/IMG_6828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkWrLIbBdeI/AAAAAAAACMA/Uc_MeJDY_Ko/s400/IMG_6828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871939927438818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />mas quem e' que se lembra de ir com um detector de metais para a praia??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-2155600272746081555?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-28142892769596050332009-06-26T06:06:00.004+01:002009-06-28T04:35:40.430+01:00a ponte<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkRY807ZEeI/AAAAAAAACL4/I02pGzCSAzo/s1600-h/IMG_6853.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkRY807ZEeI/AAAAAAAACL4/I02pGzCSAzo/s400/IMG_6853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351500059246137826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkRY8lwzUXI/AAAAAAAACLw/awMwB1GxxlE/s1600-h/IMG_6847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkRY8lwzUXI/AAAAAAAACLw/awMwB1GxxlE/s400/IMG_6847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351500055175188850" border="0" /></a><br />ainda em Cape Cod, numa terrinha que ficou anonima para nos, onde dava vontade de ficar para sempre... um rio, uma ponte para a ilha, casitas de madeira penduradas pelas colinas cheias de arvores, barcos a gravitarem no rio, uma igreja de madeira, toda pintada de branco, um cafe e um steakhouse onde "everybody's knows your name".<br />Quando voltar a Cape Cod (quando o Verao chegar a estas bandas...), pretendo explorar o rio de kayak.<br />a ver vamos!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-2814289276959605033?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-28534567569082331282009-06-25T16:19:00.003+01:002009-06-28T04:36:05.173+01:00ainda por Cape Cod<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkOX5BRcu2I/AAAAAAAACLo/1g5IP_VXji4/s1600-h/IMG_6887.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkOX5BRcu2I/AAAAAAAACLo/1g5IP_VXji4/s400/IMG_6887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351287788096240482" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-2853456756908233128?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-29412171818285113692009-06-24T19:45:00.003+01:002009-06-28T04:37:22.009+01:00serenidade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkJ04RGSpDI/AAAAAAAACLg/aC3jVVKEQrw/s1600-h/IMG_6875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SkJ04RGSpDI/AAAAAAAACLg/aC3jVVKEQrw/s400/IMG_6875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350967817280857138" border="0" /></a><br />foto tirada em Cape Cod ha' algumas semanas.<br />.<br />Cape Cod e' um enorme cabo ao melhor estilo de Ofir : dunas, muitas natureza e praias.<br />A gente gira e a aristocracia de Massashussets tem casa de Verao por estas bandas. Para dar uma ideia do local, os idolos locais sao os Kennedys, com direito a postais, t-shirts, etc<br /><br />ah! Cape Cod ja nao e' oficialmente um cabo porque foi construido um canal para facilitar a passagem de barcos. Muitos desses barcos tripulados por luso-descendentes de Cape Cod, New Bredford, Rhode Island, Providence, etc<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-2941217181828511369?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-57825139044114951552009-06-23T10:00:00.002+01:002009-06-24T14:19:39.634+01:00Sao Joao<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sjv8TGB-1TI/AAAAAAAACLY/37X_ZfQMCTA/s1600-h/fritadeira.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sjv8TGB-1TI/AAAAAAAACLY/37X_ZfQMCTA/s400/fritadeira.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349146387399234866" border="0" /></a><br />O primeiro Sao Joao sem cheiro a sardinhas. Sem a correria ate' ao centro, sem as confusoes dos jantares, eem melgar os outros com o alho porro, sem ir ao bailarico de Miragaia, sem a ponte a arder na Ribeira, sem os piropos, sem as cervejas chocas compradas a velhas com as latas enfiadas em tinas de 'agua morna, sem as tangas ao mais acelerados do grupo, sem as correrias ate 'a Foz, sem os matrecos com o sol a nascer ao fundo, sem o saudavel hamburguer mais super bock matinal, sem a arrastada caminhada ate' casa, sem os autocarros ou metro a abarrotar de putos extasiados. Sem a ressaca feliz da tarde de 24.<br /><br /><a href="http://solasnamesa.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-joo-so-joo-d-c-um-balo.html">nao ha' duvida que quanto mais longe das coisas, mais falta sentimos delas...</a><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-5782513904411495155?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-7854086507898873642009-06-20T21:55:00.000+01:002009-06-20T21:55:00.737+01:00so' na America (II)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sjv7gPNhjdI/AAAAAAAACLQ/qfCcuqsrK8s/s1600-h/IMG_5051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sjv7gPNhjdI/AAAAAAAACLQ/qfCcuqsrK8s/s400/IMG_5051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349145513690238418" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-785408650789887364?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-49668089568764409402009-06-19T21:53:00.003+01:002009-06-19T21:55:20.625+01:00so' na America (I)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sjv7BIDDmhI/AAAAAAAACLI/7gHH96oU5u8/s1600-h/IMG_4960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sjv7BIDDmhI/AAAAAAAACLI/7gHH96oU5u8/s400/IMG_4960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349144979191339538" border="0" /></a><br />A America e' uma festa e algumas das idiossincracias locais dao bem para rir...<br /><br />Vamos la a dar um pouco de agitacao e de humor ao blog!<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-4966808956876440940?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-69777118892503022522009-06-16T05:09:00.002+01:002009-06-16T05:16:48.709+01:00ao domingo por Boston<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SjcbkXxTOdI/AAAAAAAACLA/dvn3Ab697xE/s1600-h/IMG_6804.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SjcbkXxTOdI/AAAAAAAACLA/dvn3Ab697xE/s400/IMG_6804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347773394195790290" border="0" /></a><br />hoje e' terca, mas fica uma foto tipica de um Domingo de sol.<br />A malta vai passear para o centro, seja caminhar pelo boston common e pedalar nos cisnes, andar a ver montras pela Newburry street, ir sofrer pelos Red Sox no Fenway Park, dar uma de turista pelo Quincy Market, jantar pelo North end, ir ver os museus, ver as baleias (as do mar, as outras andam por todo o lado), curtir o ambiente intelectual por Cambrige e os seus teatros e livrarias, ir para os copos em alguns dos bares....<br />e la pelo meio andam dois tugas!!<br />yyyyeeeees!<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-6977711889250302252?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-59179274053466759002009-06-12T20:35:00.003+01:002009-06-12T20:37:00.365+01:00noticia!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SjKuTui_4oI/AAAAAAAACK4/CII6-DiRdHM/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SjKuTui_4oI/AAAAAAAACK4/CII6-DiRdHM/s400/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346527361577771650" border="0" /></a><br />ontem comprei bilhetes para o tao ansiado regresso a casa de ferias!<br />dia 15 ja ai estou.<br /><br />Adivinham la' qual vai uma das primeiras coisas a fazer???<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-5917927405346675900?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-15989843548325570782009-06-09T14:10:00.003+01:002009-06-09T14:14:24.353+01:00postal da America<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Si5fnoGLf0I/AAAAAAAACKw/5zqMN4mNVd0/s1600-h/IMG_5936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Si5fnoGLf0I/AAAAAAAACKw/5zqMN4mNVd0/s400/IMG_5936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345314942118231874" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-1598984354832557078?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-50495800804503375582009-06-06T04:33:00.002+01:002009-06-06T04:33:00.664+01:00e' como se la' estivesse!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiiSWqeYMLI/AAAAAAAACKY/f8JPEdLtSKE/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiiSWqeYMLI/AAAAAAAACKY/f8JPEdLtSKE/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343681875931574450" border="0" /></a><br />Por a conversa em dia, brincar com os putos, os rojoes, o verde nascido 20 metros abaixo a desfilar nos copos antigos, contar umas historias passadas por ai e ouvir outras passadas acola', o passeio ate' ao rio, lanchar, a limonada. Depois ir para casa satisfeito.<br />Saudades.<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-5049580080450337558?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-34299154802264783122009-06-05T04:43:00.004+01:002009-06-05T13:50:07.149+01:00sexta-feira<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiiUn5SugbI/AAAAAAAACKo/dRRMhzS1DNU/s1600-h/IMG_6793.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiiUn5SugbI/AAAAAAAACKo/dRRMhzS1DNU/s400/IMG_6793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343684370990268850" border="0" /></a><br />depois de tanto tubarao e aguas profundas....<br />nada como sentar e curtir o verao que espreita...<br /><br />aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-3429915480226478312?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-60314764484918345112009-06-02T04:32:00.005+01:002009-07-02T02:35:22.406+01:00ainda em azul e branco<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiSdvjmDlYI/AAAAAAAACKQ/si60HP5vsdo/s1600-h/IMG_6821.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiSdvjmDlYI/AAAAAAAACKQ/si60HP5vsdo/s400/IMG_6821.JPG" target="_blank" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342568498302522754" border="0" /></a><br />os ceus de Boston rendem-se 'a cor mais bonita : "Azul e Branco"<br /><br />ha' tres dias sem NBA, estou a ressacar... e ainda faltam 3 dias para comecar Lakers - Magic.<br /><br />e tal como o ano passado:<br />"BEAT L.A."<br />"BEAT L.A."<br />e os Orlando tem o Bruno Alves ca do sitio : Dwight Horward. Facam la uma pesquisa na net e tirando o penteado, digam la se nao sao parecidos!?<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-6031476448491834511?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-26971462825444218742009-05-31T23:55:00.003+01:002009-06-01T00:01:06.506+01:00Marasmos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiML0SuPXJI/AAAAAAAACKE/sdQRvmR_7Zk/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SiML0SuPXJI/AAAAAAAACKE/sdQRvmR_7Zk/s400/IMG_5577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342126575998426258" border="0" /></a><br />Cortando o marasmo que este blog se ameaca em tornar, nao cortando com o marasmo de ver o FCP ganhar, aqui vai uma foto tirada no Maine - Perkins Cove.<br /><br />O Maine fica a norte de Massashussets e tem uma linha de costa ate' nunca mais acabar. A malta de Boston manda-se para la' ao fim de semana para curtir as praias, as lagostas, as suas casas de ferias e as lagostas...<br /><br />Ah! e as lagostas. Baratas e boas. Tipo tremocos em Portugal!<br /><br />Quanto ao marasmo futubolistico : mais uma vitoria, esta sem muito sal, de tao fraquinho foi o jogo. Depois de passar noites e noites a ver os playoffs da NBA, foi um bocejo.<br />Mas o mais importante foi concretizado! POOOORRRTTTOOOOOO<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-2697146282544421874?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-30158025647052282922009-05-28T19:21:00.004+01:002009-05-28T19:39:21.631+01:00Vertigem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sh7Z3F5eThI/AAAAAAAACJ8/ET2o9dsq-JE/s1600-h/IMG_6783.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/Sh7Z3F5eThI/AAAAAAAACJ8/ET2o9dsq-JE/s400/IMG_6783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340945748607258130" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-3015802564705228292?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-28615615881455019112009-05-25T00:26:00.001+01:002009-05-25T00:51:28.298+01:00as recompensas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/ShiGjHNz1tI/AAAAAAAACJ0/_yd8D3cHehc/s1600-h/CIMG3265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/ShiGjHNz1tI/AAAAAAAACJ0/_yd8D3cHehc/s400/CIMG3265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339165296038237906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />que tenho tido com as caminhadas que tenho feito pelo park das blue hills.<br />Clicar na foto para a aumentar, como sempre!<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-2861561588145501911?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-23873964072435323172009-05-24T00:20:00.005+01:002009-05-24T08:30:54.062+01:00Quincy shore 'a noitinha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/ShiFdFseVpI/AAAAAAAACJs/Mw7a_PFUBuA/s1600-h/IMG_6762.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/ShiFdFseVpI/AAAAAAAACJs/Mw7a_PFUBuA/s400/IMG_6762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339164093039138450" border="0" /></a><br />la' ao fundo, conseguem ver a prudential tower, a uns 15-20km...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/ShiFch-s-MI/AAAAAAAACJk/cJX7O6YCP9s/s1600-h/IMG_6756.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/ShiFch-s-MI/AAAAAAAACJk/cJX7O6YCP9s/s400/IMG_6756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339164083451918530" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-2387396407243532317?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29661417.post-46557199164536144232009-05-23T06:25:00.003+01:002009-05-23T06:30:31.819+01:00Quincy shore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SheJGCJCD8I/AAAAAAAACJc/Q6IPypUrwgY/s1600-h/IMG_6698.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xPmOL9HkJk/SheJGCJCD8I/AAAAAAAACJc/Q6IPypUrwgY/s400/IMG_6698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338886620017987522" border="0" /></a><br />Eis a baia de Quincy, bem pertinho de casa. Tem feito as vezes da Foz, para relaxar ao final de mais um dia de trabalho. Mas pasme-se... nao tem esplanadas para beber umas bejecas...<br />Se esta coisa da informatica nao der resultado... ja sei ao que me vou dedicar!<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29661417-4655719916453614423?l=solasnamesa.blogspot.com'/></div>solas_na_mesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412951979826775462noreply@blogger.com2