tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43611764621543175322008-08-18T07:44:08.247-07:00Criado por Nós, para partilhar com todos VósMartinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-79483599517904618842008-08-17T07:28:00.000-07:002008-08-17T07:35:02.159-07:00Com o Bruno e a Ana PaulaPois... O irmão da Lara e a esposa... O intruso é o Juca, que não se dá nada bem com o Óskar...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg2E_nyLYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jr6aZFtRSdE/s1600-h/IMG_4108.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg2E_nyLYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jr6aZFtRSdE/s200/IMG_4108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235494026243878274" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg16x4l7PI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Qif2s6GVGKk/s1600-h/IMG_4044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg16x4l7PI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Qif2s6GVGKk/s200/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493850757590258" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg10tWZhqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PyHRPr3WyMQ/s1600-h/IMG_4045.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg10tWZhqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PyHRPr3WyMQ/s200/IMG_4045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493746461214370" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-51277976185373443432008-08-17T07:14:00.000-07:002008-08-17T07:27:45.421-07:00Momentos em famíliaHá momentos apenas da família. Como estes... Bem... o Óskar já faz parte!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg1Q7so1gI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TyXVnDPNrR0/s1600-h/IMG_4114.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg1Q7so1gI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TyXVnDPNrR0/s200/IMG_4114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493131837298178" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg1LVg8BeI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ALTrTJ76wT8/s1600-h/IMG_4113.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg1LVg8BeI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ALTrTJ76wT8/s200/IMG_4113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493035688330722" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg1Cd9byGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hF3xJXfBkHo/s1600-h/IMG_4111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg1Cd9byGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hF3xJXfBkHo/s200/IMG_4111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235492883336513634" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg07_UeW_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/WQtBNF2sxPc/s1600-h/IMG_4110.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg07_UeW_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/WQtBNF2sxPc/s200/IMG_4110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235492772032437234" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg0zrIaBrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/W_tijxoG8u4/s1600-h/IMG_4101.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg0zrIaBrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/W_tijxoG8u4/s200/IMG_4101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235492629174159026" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg0sYiFESI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PEYz64Ty6OI/s1600-h/IMG_4099.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg0sYiFESI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PEYz64Ty6OI/s200/IMG_4099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235492503922479394" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg0lJCm66I/AAAAAAAAAVc/7UBv9rrdOBc/s1600-h/IMG_4096.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKg0lJCm66I/AAAAAAAAAVc/7UBv9rrdOBc/s200/IMG_4096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235492379504864162" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-20306706306470731642008-08-17T06:55:00.000-07:002008-08-17T07:04:05.045-07:00Visita à Maternidade Bissaya BarretoPor indicação do médico, já fomos visitar a Maternidade onde irá nascer a Inês, em Coimbra. Adorámos. O enfermeiro que nos recebeu e orientou a visita foi fantástico e tivemos oportunidade de visitar todas as secções da Maternidade, assim como dialogar com algumas mães que se preparavam para o trabalho de parto. Em Outubro seremos nós... Esperamos-te, linda Inês!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvcICY3wI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aIcIoZp9wbM/s1600-h/IMG_4087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvcICY3wI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aIcIoZp9wbM/s200/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486727058546434" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvVIJJlyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uxDxz49XnJE/s1600-h/IMG_4086.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvVIJJlyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uxDxz49XnJE/s200/IMG_4086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486606827820834" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvNCdHJCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/f-aHT3qM22I/s1600-h/IMG_4085.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvNCdHJCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/f-aHT3qM22I/s200/IMG_4085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486467861980194" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgu92N9ULI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jTc5XYFHs34/s1600-h/IMG_4082.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgu92N9ULI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jTc5XYFHs34/s200/IMG_4082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486206879158450" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvGHJMGLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QmPansPpVpo/s1600-h/IMG_4083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgvGHJMGLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QmPansPpVpo/s200/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486348861511858" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-16449898893328892822008-08-17T06:43:00.000-07:002008-08-17T06:55:20.322-07:00Seis Meses de GravidezA menina cresce... cresce... cresce! Estamos rapidamente a caminhar para os 7 meses. A Lara continua LINDA e a Inês está cada vez mais agitada.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgstNSro3I/AAAAAAAAATs/FMrj_FfahIw/s1600-h/IMG_4118.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgstNSro3I/AAAAAAAAATs/FMrj_FfahIw/s200/IMG_4118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483721991955314" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgs8KaPqrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wtoqE1Gdly0/s1600-h/IMG_4039.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgs8KaPqrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wtoqE1Gdly0/s200/IMG_4039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483978916407986" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgre7gERCI/AAAAAAAAATc/oEJjPO9Zl-8/s1600-h/IMG_4041.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgre7gERCI/AAAAAAAAATc/oEJjPO9Zl-8/s200/IMG_4041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235482377186460706" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgsdXgtPXI/AAAAAAAAATk/Nk5IvPd40GU/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SKgsdXgtPXI/AAAAAAAAATk/Nk5IvPd40GU/s200/IMG_4090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483449857228146" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-28072061622624575802008-07-07T08:58:00.000-07:002008-07-07T09:06:29.677-07:00E... a famosa SardinhadaA Magda convidou-nos para uma bela sardinhada, numa tarde de início de Verão. Que bem que soube... Que saborosas as sardinhas! Ficam os registos fotográficos, que partilhamos.<br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9e918cccc8715920" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4Q4l2uldNh-fRiSkU1BACGkJ9S2xFTGlDu0251pOTMOQ7eU8sUvZPwwNVOU8JdNJCNJqJdDZwKasnExTe8InkhimMXVvAJG7QbljwoMcTkUfWEtymSsbuqhY8zl6faG0fcoQg0Q1SBNL-xNPX3tvaKcNoXfiUIKInjmu86xxINd85DNC9IvgwLt12TYRxxYsSawrLwsYLw_incjJ6luSF6e%26sigh%3D4J2adl4NMSlGxqeimrMMY_r9xaQ%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e918cccc8715920%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D8-k1CS1ypqFm3cFRSexNRDr8FzM&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"> <embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4Q4l2uldNh-fRiSkU1BACGkJ9S2xFTGlDu0251pOTMOQ7eU8sUvZPwwNVOU8JdNJCNJqJdDZwKasnExTe8InkhimMXVvAJG7QbljwoMcTkUfWEtymSsbuqhY8zl6faG0fcoQg0Q1SBNL-xNPX3tvaKcNoXfiUIKInjmu86xxINd85DNC9IvgwLt12TYRxxYsSawrLwsYLw_incjJ6luSF6e%26sigh%3D4J2adl4NMSlGxqeimrMMY_r9xaQ%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9e918cccc8715920%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D8-k1CS1ypqFm3cFRSexNRDr8FzM&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object> Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-22772155916366380412008-07-07T08:38:00.000-07:002008-07-07T08:55:10.237-07:00Fotos do Casamento do BrunoO irmão da Lara casou e vejam como estamos (sobretudo a Lara) lindos!...<br />Estas fotos foram editadas sobretudo para as meninas da João, a nossa amiga que está nos Estados Unidos. Beijos.<br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9565ed5a2eeb1980" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4QUFMq3zAPjeN9Nt7b42bnwbD8_3vPvTinURkPz85jQWw5dYlu101smKPr7nzHdV2qKtOaRzSkyE_3V3OZ2IpKyQxqq0kuOAcW3rCOYgYkEqt3--uzavhex2B1RDFtzEDamIKmJoC-boTh6HSsQMTNAX6lqtTfthSvOPBSnTJr4gmXQhHVkz0Uo8xOK_MBx0xXriAMOgW0HsFvJUmeu9-lv%26sigh%3DE9wjrKcC5DPJ6ZoMPxPXC9idBDs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9565ed5a2eeb1980%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DZutLPvk6ygdvLkyF_R56oP7w9L8&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"> <embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4QUFMq3zAPjeN9Nt7b42bnwbD8_3vPvTinURkPz85jQWw5dYlu101smKPr7nzHdV2qKtOaRzSkyE_3V3OZ2IpKyQxqq0kuOAcW3rCOYgYkEqt3--uzavhex2B1RDFtzEDamIKmJoC-boTh6HSsQMTNAX6lqtTfthSvOPBSnTJr4gmXQhHVkz0Uo8xOK_MBx0xXriAMOgW0HsFvJUmeu9-lv%26sigh%3DE9wjrKcC5DPJ6ZoMPxPXC9idBDs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9565ed5a2eeb1980%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DZutLPvk6ygdvLkyF_R56oP7w9L8&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object> Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-25850013555207879972008-07-04T02:57:00.000-07:002008-07-04T03:06:04.088-07:00Ano novo, vida nova<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SG31-_MmgCI/AAAAAAAAASg/0UDbrBBSz_Q/s1600-h/IMG_3976.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/SG31-_MmgCI/AAAAAAAAASg/0UDbrBBSz_Q/s200/IMG_3976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219098005657255970" /></a><br />Este ano de 2008 traz-nos o presente mais desejado de todos - a nossa filha, a Inês.<br />Como sabem, a Lara está gravidinha de uma menina, que deverá nascer no final de Outubro. Sentimo-nos abençoados e todos os dias agradecemos a Deus pela possibilidade que teremos de sermos pais. Contamos com o apoio e o carinho de todos os amigos. E, já agora, são todos convidados para uma visita durante o Verão. Apareçam. A Inês vai gostar.Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-1654125466506041102008-01-20T07:22:00.000-08:002008-01-20T07:35:18.132-08:00Passagem de Ano - Viva 2008 !O ano de 2007 passou...<br />2008 chegou na presença dos amigos, cheio de esperanças e projectos para cumprir, de sonhos, de certezas e de muitas dúvidas.<br />Começamos com a esperança de um ano memorável, com acontecimentos que marquem as nossas vidas e nos encham de esperança e alegria.<br />Vejam as fotos da nossa passagem de ano na casa da amiga Teresa, do CNO da Batalha.<br />Um bom ano para todos.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NptesH5LI/AAAAAAAAARM/vzWY3PsNEl8/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NptesH5LI/AAAAAAAAARM/vzWY3PsNEl8/s200/IMG_3180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157582228322510002" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NpcesH5KI/AAAAAAAAARE/59i0wdS2lOc/s1600-h/IMG_3201.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NpcesH5KI/AAAAAAAAARE/59i0wdS2lOc/s200/IMG_3201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157581936264733858" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NpQusH5JI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZOwp3aw-VqI/s1600-h/IMG_3199.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NpQusH5JI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZOwp3aw-VqI/s200/IMG_3199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157581734401270930" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NpC-sH5II/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DjNcp_mdee8/s1600-h/IMG_3186.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NpC-sH5II/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DjNcp_mdee8/s200/IMG_3186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157581498178069634" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5Not-sH5HI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JJIhi7GQt40/s1600-h/IMG_3179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5Not-sH5HI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JJIhi7GQt40/s200/IMG_3179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157581137400816754" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NoeesH5GI/AAAAAAAAAQk/M_4WCYreNCc/s1600-h/IMG_3175.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/R5NoeesH5GI/AAAAAAAAAQk/M_4WCYreNCc/s200/IMG_3175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157580871112844386" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-67822665257937352182007-08-14T08:20:00.000-07:002007-08-14T08:29:29.616-07:00A coragem de Pessoa<a ef="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RsHIaWG8gmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v8Ynf_q0cH8/s1600-h/Pessoa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RsHIaWG8gmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v8Ynf_q0cH8/s200/Pessoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098576608096977506" /></a>"<em>Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo, e posso evitar que ela vá à falência.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo...".</em><br /><br /><strong>Fernando Pessoa</strong>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-38631519592684701062007-08-14T07:46:00.000-07:002007-08-14T07:53:43.233-07:00Retoques<a ef="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RsHAkWG8geI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sz2_Oy_Xuus/s1600-h/IMG_2741.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RsHAkWG8geI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sz2_Oy_Xuus/s200/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098567983802647010" /></a>Neste Verão decidimos dar cor à nossa casa.<br />Queremos estar na moda...<br />De rolo e trincha na mão, pusemos mão à obra. Escolhemos o laranja!<br />Gostam? <br />Aceitam-se críticas.Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-23607715745209372942007-06-11T08:02:00.000-07:002007-06-11T10:00:58.637-07:00Ressureição - Estamos acordados?-<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rm1_O6BvN-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/meo4e7FGsZY/s1600-h/images_4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rm1_O6BvN-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/meo4e7FGsZY/s200/images_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074852249187858402" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rm1_HqBvN9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/dq4bVaqS1CA/s1600-h/images_7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rm1_HqBvN9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/dq4bVaqS1CA/s200/images_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074852124633806802" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rm1-YqBvN8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hmfCQ-mMnsw/s1600-h/images_11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rm1-YqBvN8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hmfCQ-mMnsw/s200/images_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074851317179955138" /></a><br />Maria, Madalena e João baixaram da cruz o corpo do nazareno. Lavaram-no com bálsamo. Amortalharam-no. Levaram-no para o sepulcro. Até aqui sei eu, vi, confirmo.<br />No domingo, diz-me Jacob, Madalena foi visitar o sepulcro e o corpo tinha desaparecido, levaram o meu Senhor e não sei onde o puseram. Então Jesus apareceu-lhe e mandou que convocasse os discípulos para um encontro na Galileia. E Madalena contou e os discípulos foram e Jesus apareceu-lhes. Tomé quis verificar se era apenas um fantasma, tocou nas feridas e era carne. E Jesus a todos contou os mistérios da salvação eterna e depois subiu aos Céus onde está sentado à direita de Deus-Pai.<br />Quem tudo isto me conta é Jacob. Portanto, disto também não dou testemunho. <br />Apenas sei que, momentos antes de morrer, Jesus mandou que eu saísse pelo mundo a acordar os homens. Por isso comecei a escrever, agora termino. <br /><br />Deixou-se matar para acordar os homens. E eu pergunto: <em><strong>acordaremos?</strong></em><br />Texto de <em>Fernando Correia da Silva</em>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-62417817500386339262007-05-27T03:44:00.000-07:002007-05-27T04:12:44.316-07:00Para ti, Martin<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rllmn-CBcEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bjAjnt-EEqc/s1600-h/Passagem_Ano.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rllmn-CBcEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bjAjnt-EEqc/s200/Passagem_Ano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069195692434616386" /></a><br /><a ef="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlllveCBcDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/exFhZWfuvog/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlllveCBcDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/exFhZWfuvog/s200/Digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069194721772007474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><br /><br />Para atravessar contigo o deserto do mundo<br /><br />Para atravessar contigo o deserto do mundo<br />Para enfrentarmos juntos o terror da morte<br />Para ver a verdade para perder o medo<br />Ao lado dos teus passos caminhei<br /><br />Por ti deixei meu reino meu segredo<br />Minha rápida noite meu silêncio<br />Minha pérola redonda e seu oriente<br />Meu espelho minha vida minha imagem<br />E abandonei os jardins do paraíso<br /><br />Cá fora à luz do dia duro<br />Sem os espelhos vi que estava nua<br />E ao descampado se chamava tempo<br /><br />Por isso com teus gestos me vestiste<br />E aprendi a viver em pleno vento.</em><br /> Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen.Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-91520280623613544662007-05-23T14:32:00.000-07:002007-05-23T14:59:34.293-07:00A alegria de um Sumo, simplicidade de CriançaTemos um casal amigo que está nos Estados Unidos.<br />A João e o Vasco têm duas filhotas lindas. Estiveram recentemente aqui na Nazaré e foi para nós uma alegria imensa partilhar da alegria das duas meninas. Tão lindas...<br />Vejam como estão felizes apenas com um copo de Sumo. Vejam os sorrisos... Tão lindos.<br />Obrigado.<br />Da Nazaré deixamos um abraço enorme para vós.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS5LOCBb_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NLL7zZBZ66g/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS5LOCBb_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NLL7zZBZ66g/s200/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067879083094929394" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS5CuCBb-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nCZUWIApi3U/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS5CuCBb-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nCZUWIApi3U/s200/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067878937066041314" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS40eCBb9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/2G8kZZD5G_c/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS40eCBb9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/2G8kZZD5G_c/s200/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067878692252905426" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS2TuCBb8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/XqyDL0xT4u4/s1600-h/IMG_1824.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlS2TuCBb8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/XqyDL0xT4u4/s200/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067875930588934082" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-25557724359354245792007-05-21T14:23:00.000-07:002007-05-21T14:40:04.657-07:00Amigos com CãesAlguns conhecem-no. Sim. É o João!<br />Há um tempo atrás fomos fazer-lhe uma visita e foi uma tonteira pegada. Os cães dele, o Óscar e o Gil, só fazem palhaçadas, parecem dois malucos. Parece-me que estes cães vieram por encomenda, à medida do dono. É giro vê-los no quintal. Pior só mesmo o João!.. Mas devo reconhecer que foi uma noite bem engraçada. Vejam as fotografias.<br />Um grande abraço para o amigo João!<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIRTOCBb1I/AAAAAAAAANA/7ocIzfPZq_s/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIRTOCBb1I/AAAAAAAAANA/7ocIzfPZq_s/s200/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067131552626995026" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIQVeCBb0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YOwWukc7ufU/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIQVeCBb0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YOwWukc7ufU/s200/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067130491770072898" /></a><br /><a ef="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIP9uCBbzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WcZ5R5ug9yM/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIP9uCBbzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WcZ5R5ug9yM/s200/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067130083748179762" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIPu-CBbyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/aEi9XN0pIGk/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIPu-CBbyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/aEi9XN0pIGk/s200/IMG_1589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067129830345109282" /></a><br /><a ef="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIPYeCBbxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E_0R3Crnukk/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RlIPYeCBbxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E_0R3Crnukk/s200/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067129443798052626" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-44812824305291754112007-05-16T16:13:00.000-07:002007-05-16T16:28:26.033-07:00O novo Óskar<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RkuS7OCBbuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BGTbe6AYjQk/s1600-h/IMG_2510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RkuS7OCBbuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BGTbe6AYjQk/s200/IMG_2510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065303751984770786" /></a><br />O nosso Óskar foi à tosquia.<br />Reparem como ficou diferente. Nem parece o mesmo cão!<br />Tem sido uma aventura: pula, salta, corre que nem um doido, deita-se na relva, rosna quando não está satisfeito... enfim, tudo a que um cão tem direito!<br />Reparem como já assume a sua personalidade forte. É o nosso cão! É o Óskar.Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-4407710265858779242007-05-04T09:32:00.000-07:002007-05-04T09:46:04.657-07:00Temos um CãoChama-se Óskar.<br />No Domingo de manhã vimos este cachorrito abandonado do outro lado da rua. Pareceu-nos ferido , pelo que fomos vê-lo. Tinha um ar doce, simpático e de muito medo.<br />Levámo-lo à veterinária, que nos disse que, provavelmente, tinha sido atirado pela janela de um carro que passou. Parece que isto é habitual quando o Verão e as férias se aproximam!...<br />Desde esse momento, tem sido tão simpático connosco que decidimos ser a sua família de acolhimento e, quem sabe, adoptiva. Parece que será essa a solução.<br />Quem quiser vir visitá-lo, é bem-vindo!<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RjtgzTRjWcI/AAAAAAAAALo/nEgzz2RHHIE/s1600-h/IMG_2085.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RjtgzTRjWcI/AAAAAAAAALo/nEgzz2RHHIE/s200/IMG_2085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060745040744372674" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RjtgmjRjWbI/AAAAAAAAALg/VwiZdk-ZyhU/s1600-h/IMG_2083.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RjtgmjRjWbI/AAAAAAAAALg/VwiZdk-ZyhU/s200/IMG_2083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060744821701040562" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-73875440074368019972007-04-09T07:56:00.000-07:002007-04-09T08:27:30.417-07:00Seminário com o Professor HermógenesO Professor Hermógenes esteve em Portugal.<br />No fim-de-semana da Páscoa decorreu o Seminário com o Professor Hermógenes, na casa dos Missionários Espiritanos, na Torre da Aguilha. Esteve presente um vasto número de pessoas, mas destaco, sobretudo, a imensa Paz que se partilhou. Foi uma excelente forma de celebrar a Páscoa. <br />Tivemos a sorte de poder partilhar estes dias com alguns amigos, mas quero destacar a presença da Laura, que em muito contribuiu para que a Paz e o Amor vividos se intensificassem. Obrigado Laura.<br />Também para a Ana. Obrigado Ana.<br />E, sobretudo, para o Professor Hermógenes, que esperamos voltar a receber em Portugal brevemente. NAMASTÉ Professor.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpWZz1-V6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ctEDvIEsgEE/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpWZz1-V6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ctEDvIEsgEE/s200/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444933462742946" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpWPD1-V5I/AAAAAAAAALI/4yrdugYItas/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpWPD1-V5I/AAAAAAAAALI/4yrdugYItas/s200/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444748779149202" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpWCD1-V4I/AAAAAAAAALA/yVKZ0pekoB4/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpWCD1-V4I/AAAAAAAAALA/yVKZ0pekoB4/s200/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444525440849794" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpVxD1-V3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/jR3OK9TVFsw/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpVxD1-V3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/jR3OK9TVFsw/s200/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444233383073650" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpVij1-V2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/o0Dw_j-QMdI/s1600-h/IMG_1970.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpVij1-V2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/o0Dw_j-QMdI/s200/IMG_1970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051443984274970466" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpVKz1-V0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OhC_Ad-KCH4/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpVKz1-V0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OhC_Ad-KCH4/s200/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051443576253077314" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpU3z1-VzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Qn66dKinOIc/s1600-h/IMG_1955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpU3z1-VzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Qn66dKinOIc/s200/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051443249835562802" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpUhT1-VyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/V95BeguUVKU/s1600-h/IMG_1960.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhpUhT1-VyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/V95BeguUVKU/s200/IMG_1960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051442863288506146" /></a>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-27776707964517032862007-04-04T07:25:00.000-07:002007-04-04T07:45:06.627-07:00Tantos olhares, tantas VidasNão consigo não olhar!..<br /><div align="justify">Sempre que a Vera me envia fotografias, ou as vejo no Bolg, não consigo ficar insensível à realidade que nos é transmitida, tal como não consigo não permanecer em silêncio. Silêncio de respeito pelo trabalho gigantesco que pessoas como ela desenvolvem. Silêncio em gesto de aprendizagem pela Vida que emana destas crianças. Silêncio por ser essa a única palavra que encontro para exprimir o que realmente sinto. Apenas Silêncio!</div><div align="justify">Hoje decidi partilhar convosco este conjunto de fotografias de crianças angolanas, por considerar que muito temos a aprender com elas. Sempre encontramos um motivo para nos lamentar, para chorar, para pedir e querer mais. Eu não estou lá, mas a sensação que tenho é que estas crianças simplesmente não pedem nada, mas transmitem muito. Vale a pena a fixação nestes olhares profundos, negros, simples, por vezes demasiado Simples... Tocam-nos. Deixem-se tocar por eles. Eu simplesmente não consigo ficar insensível. Aprendo muito...</div><div align="justify">Obrigado, Vera, pelo exemplo de entrega, de humanidade, de Amor incondicional. Agradeço à Vida a maravilha de Viajar contigo. </div><div align="justify">Um grande abraço.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO2mT1-VuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mxzAbQkKQsY/s1600-h/Missão_Donga7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049580376490399458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO2mT1-VuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mxzAbQkKQsY/s200/Miss%C3%A3o_Donga7.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO5Bj1-VwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3KkKLjkdxYo/s1600-h/Calunga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049583043665090306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO5Bj1-VwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3KkKLjkdxYo/s200/Calunga.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049580479569614578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO2sT1-VvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9XQGfWpeZJg/s200/Olhares_Cabinda.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO2Yj1-VsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/I6oXMpzBWz0/s1600-h/Crianças_Praia_Sousa_02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049580140267198146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO2Yj1-VsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/I6oXMpzBWz0/s200/Crian%C3%A7as_Praia_Sousa_02.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO15z1-VoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AaBUNelO6Z0/s1600-h/Chitunda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049579611986220674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO15z1-VoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AaBUNelO6Z0/s200/Chitunda.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049580251936347858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO2fD1-VtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/m-N916KKDKk/s200/Gesto_Chitunda.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO1_j1-VpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/coUbn0XGnOI/s1600-h/Criança_Maçaroca.jpg"></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO1nD1-VmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qsnGiG46Wtw/s1600-h/Amigos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049579289863673442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO1nD1-VmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qsnGiG46Wtw/s200/Amigos.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049579826734585506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhO2GT1-VqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3tsZ3gVvzvE/s200/Crian%C3%A7as_Chitunda.jpg" border="0" /></div>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-2546773439209644592007-04-03T10:24:00.000-07:002007-04-03T11:14:00.530-07:00Guggenheim - Bilbao<div align="justify">Aí está outra visita a fazer!</div><div align="justify">Bilbao é uma cidade muito interessante, uma antiga cidade industrial, recentemente adaptada a cidade cultural, onde se situa um dos poucos Museus Guggenheim no mundo.</div><div align="justify">Embora a cidade em si não tenha grandes locais de interesse geográfico ou turístico, tem uma relevância cultural incontornável, graças ao Museu.</div><div align="justify">Visitar o Museu criou em nós a sensação de entrar noutra realidade. Com uma exposição de Arte Nova - de que, na verdade, não entendi nada -, mas com uma vasta colecção de obras de arte clássicas, vale, de facto, a visita.</div><div align="justify">Fica a sugestão.<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKPZ9YJ-nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qh83Q2GRF_o/s1600-h/Guge.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKPA9YJ-kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7Owku_L5JKM/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049255378874399298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKPA9YJ-kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7Owku_L5JKM/s200/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049255134061263410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKOytYJ-jI/AAAAAAAAAII/gw_hGx0Bsqc/s200/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKOZdYJ-hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tE71t5yDZzY/s1600-h/IMG_0521.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049254700269566482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKOZdYJ-hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tE71t5yDZzY/s200/IMG_0521.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKOlNYJ-iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v4iE46-q65w/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049254902133029410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKOlNYJ-iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v4iE46-q65w/s200/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKPWtYJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RN7kzPsJdDw/s1600-h/Guge_1.jpg"></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049254378147019266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhKOGtYJ-gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jndXeMbHp34/s200/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" />Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-36387519151079112902007-04-03T06:30:00.000-07:002007-04-03T06:37:10.351-07:00Missão Portuguesa em AngolaTenho uma amiga que está em Missão em Angola.<br />Tem-me enviado fotografias fantásticas, que vale a pena partilhar convosco. Estas são do Carnaval e destacam-se imagens de uma beleza única. Coisas que devem chamar a atenção de Geógrafos.<br />Obrigado Vera!<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXc9YJ-fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6oUKp7DXEf4/s1600-h/carnaval_7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049194287259580914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXc9YJ-fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6oUKp7DXEf4/s200/carnaval_7.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXX9YJ-eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JqQBjCUP2Oc/s1600-h/carnaval_6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049194201360234978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXX9YJ-eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JqQBjCUP2Oc/s200/carnaval_6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXNNYJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ds5-Ck2JftI/s1600-h/carnaval_4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049194016676641218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXNNYJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ds5-Ck2JftI/s200/carnaval_4.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXHdYJ-bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/04ShxM718T4/s1600-h/carnaval_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049193917892393394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXHdYJ-bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/04ShxM718T4/s200/carnaval_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXS9YJ-dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t1ltETkbz8E/s1600-h/carnaval_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049194115460889042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXS9YJ-dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t1ltETkbz8E/s200/carnaval_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXCNYJ-aI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YL0nFsM-i-M/s1600-h/Carnaval_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049193827698080162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJXCNYJ-aI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YL0nFsM-i-M/s200/Carnaval_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049193728913832338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhJW8dYJ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IY_iytt0iLs/s200/Carnaval.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-84121369670191870702007-04-02T13:38:00.000-07:002007-04-02T14:03:24.826-07:00Casamento do Vitor<div align="justify">Antes de mais, um grande abraço para o Vitor!</div><div align="justify">Estou a tentar juntar neste Blog as principais fotografias dos momentos mais recentes dos Místicos em que estive presente e dos quais tenho fotos. E, de facto, o casamento do Vitor é um desses momentos, se não o principal deles.</div><div align="justify">Gosto especialmente da foto em que o Vitor está de braços abertos e, atrás dele, o Faria parece que diz: <em>Vai, vai, que eu já de lá venho</em>!.</div><div align="justify">Nas restantes, ficam um conjunto de momentos que partilhámos juntos. </div><div align="justify">E digam lá que o João não tem jeitinho para pai... <em>Grande Johnny</em>!</div><div align="justify">O Miguel, sempre o Engatatão. Quer as mulheres todas. Mas, <em>espera lá</em>, também está agarrado à Lara... Miguel, Miguel! - <em>Um grande abraço para ti</em>!</div><div align="justify">O Alex sempre no seu melhor. Distinto. Fino. Altivo... <em>O Alex que conhecemos</em>!</div><div align="justify">Fantástico é o Carlos. Eu não tinha nenhuma foto com ele. Pose de Presidente de Câmara... <em>Vai longe</em>!</div><div align="justify">Para o <em>Tio </em>Faria, resta-me sempre um grande abraço pela admiração que sempre me mereceu. Aprendi muito contigo, Faria!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Um grande abraço para todos.<br /></div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFru9YJ-XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jd05PwI0xPc/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048935111753070962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFru9YJ-XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jd05PwI0xPc/s200/IMG_0171.JPG" width="194" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFrP9YJ-VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tLzr8PBUySM/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048934579177126226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFrP9YJ-VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tLzr8PBUySM/s200/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFqe9YJ-SI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W1fT8y9EbcA/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048933737363536162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFqe9YJ-SI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W1fT8y9EbcA/s200/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFr9NYJ-YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8QJHqVu8FSs/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048935356566206850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFr9NYJ-YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8QJHqVu8FSs/s200/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFrBtYJ-UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2tI_y5EE20g/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFrcdYJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t1dmLLihGy8/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048934793925491042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFrcdYJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t1dmLLihGy8/s200/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFqE9YJ-QI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5dHBFyBqJ5s/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048933290686937346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFqE9YJ-QI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5dHBFyBqJ5s/s200/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048933544090007826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFqTtYJ-RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CRbbMQv3q4U/s200/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048934003651508530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RhFqudYJ-TI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wckKKwRzusA/s200/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" />Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-775319415546947082007-03-31T13:29:00.000-07:002007-04-09T08:28:16.734-07:00Praga - Republica ChecaVale a pena visitar esta fantástica cidade.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="justify">Nós fomos pela primeira vez, mas garanto-vos que é maravilhosa. Chamam-lhe a Paris de Leste e, de facto, de encanto não fica a dever nada. </div><div align="justify">À noite a Ponte Carlos é de um romantismo único. O Castelo é belíssimo e a Catedral não fica envergonhada com Notre Damme. </div><div align="justify">A cidade é atravessada pelo rio Moldava que, iluminado pela noite, é simplesmente lindo. Na margem esquerda cresce um refrescante espaço verde, que se estende até aos jardins do Palácio Imperial.</div><div align="justify">Na cidadela, aos pés do Palácio, a noite ganha vida, ao ritmo das principais capitais europeias e, garanto-vos, a beleza circula livremente pela cidade.</div><div align="justify">Para quem não conhece, é uma óptima sugestão para as férias da Páscoa.</div><div align="justify">Boas Férias!<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7HbNYJ-NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xxoqtPxaeqs/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048191502590277842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7HbNYJ-NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xxoqtPxaeqs/s200/IMG_1306.JPG" width="150" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7GI9YJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A64Zzai0620/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048190089546037394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" height="112" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7GI9YJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A64Zzai0620/s200/IMG_1122.JPG" width="157" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7F7dYJ-II/AAAAAAAAAEw/3J6QhAR0HY4/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048189857617803394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7F7dYJ-II/AAAAAAAAAEw/3J6QhAR0HY4/s200/IMG_1185.JPG" width="117" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048195569924307186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="113" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7LH9YJ-PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IpC6sBc0Qdc/s200/IMG_1406.JPG" width="155" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7HotYJ-OI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zi-G6RlMiJA/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048191734518511842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="152" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7HotYJ-OI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zi-G6RlMiJA/s200/IMG_1372.JPG" width="112" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048190656481720482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="115" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7Gp9YJ-KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xXdgOHwcb8E/s200/IMG_1163.JPG" width="163" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7HKtYJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1tTOH_ESvto/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048191219122436290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7HKtYJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1tTOH_ESvto/s200/IMG_1189.JPG" width="107" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7FrNYJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BMeS-pK9seo/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048189578444929138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="112" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7FrNYJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BMeS-pK9seo/s200/IMG_1183.JPG" width="161" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7Fb9YJ-GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0VOU-Kef1og/s1600-h/IMG_1421.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048189316451924066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="145" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7Fb9YJ-GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0VOU-Kef1og/s200/IMG_1421.JPG" width="117" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7G69YJ-LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mHkRa_SfnCM/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048190948539496626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7G69YJ-LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mHkRa_SfnCM/s200/IMG_1148.JPG" width="123" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048189050163951698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg7FMdYJ-FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mXRU_vnq6qk/s200/IMG_1310.JPG" width="122" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-39407376267395739242007-03-30T07:51:00.000-07:002007-03-31T14:11:25.761-07:00Num dia de final de Primavera<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>Final de Primavera. Festa na Nazaré</strong></span> <div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E nesse dia os amigos estiveram cá. Vieram comigo celebrar a vinda do Verão. Entre abraços, cervejas, algo para jantar e muita risada, futebol e brincadeira, os Místicos estiveram na Nazaré. Que bom final de Primavera... Faltou apenas o mergulho!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fico à espera de novas visitas, para esse famoso mergulho que nos eternizou num ribeiro gelado dos Pirinéus, em Sesimbra e em tantas praias por onde passámos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Espero a resposta!..</span></div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0l2dYJ9_I/AAAAAAAAADo/sSVuZtGjeXM/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047732374881302514" style="CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0l2dYJ9_I/AAAAAAAAADo/sSVuZtGjeXM/s200/IMG_0995.JPG" width="154" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0oaNYJ-BI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rCQmtK_syis/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047735188084881426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0oaNYJ-BI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rCQmtK_syis/s200/IMG_0990.JPG" width="120" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0mNdYJ-AI/AAAAAAAAADw/6xfUcnYY5Z4/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047731271074707378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0k2NYJ97I/AAAAAAAAADI/MiEzCpJoWoM/s200/IMG_1009.JPG" width="158" border="0" /></a></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0lJdYJ98I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d3qRfLnFJv4/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047731601787189186" style="CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0lJdYJ98I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d3qRfLnFJv4/s200/IMG_1018.JPG" width="161" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0la9YJ99I/AAAAAAAAADY/68u3ZEai8rg/s1600-h/IMG_1005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047731902434899922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0la9YJ99I/AAAAAAAAADY/68u3ZEai8rg/s200/IMG_1005.JPG" width="117" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0mNdYJ-AI/AAAAAAAAADw/6xfUcnYY5Z4/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047732770018293762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0mNdYJ-AI/AAAAAAAAADw/6xfUcnYY5Z4/s200/IMG_1021.JPG" width="162" border="0" /></a></strong></span><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0qMdYJ-DI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RSUtvMU_D28/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047737150884935730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="112" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0qMdYJ-DI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RSUtvMU_D28/s200/IMG_0997.JPG" width="155" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047732121478232034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0lntYJ9-I/AAAAAAAAADg/JshXeXFDDNw/s200/IMG_0992.JPG" width="120" border="0" /></div></div>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-10036627852128485652007-03-30T01:39:00.000-07:002007-03-31T14:26:00.003-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Aniversário do Martin</span></strong>!</span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Embora quase todos digamos que não queremos, gostamos todos de ser amados. Gostamos que nos digam que somos importantes, que temos valor, que fazemos falta. Esses são os que nos induzem a continuar, são o nosso ânimo, a nossa força!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Agradeço as pessoas maravilhosas que me envolvem, que me amam, que me abraçam em momentos como este. Lá estão representados os Místicos e a mais recente deles - a Lara. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para ser Místico é necessário conseguir amar alguém, gostar de abraçar alguém, sofrer por alguém!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Embora passemos pelo tempo, há memórias que permanecem eternas. Agradeço o momento em que, com o Miguel, decidimos fundar os Místicos, porque esse foi o primeiro de muitos outros <em>momentos</em>. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Um grande abraço a todos!</span> <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rgzo9NYJ9xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Btkc2K_sAN8/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047665420636124946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="115" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rgzo9NYJ9xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Btkc2K_sAN8/s200/IMG_1607.JPG" width="164" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RgzpltYJ9zI/AAAAAAAAACI/qeN_7Qzya9s/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047666116420826930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RgzpltYJ9zI/AAAAAAAAACI/qeN_7Qzya9s/s200/IMG_1609.JPG" width="120" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047666511557818178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rgzp8tYJ90I/AAAAAAAAACQ/iv-vzXEZDpU/s200/IMG_1599.JPG" width="163" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047665888787560226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/RgzpYdYJ9yI/AAAAAAAAACA/1h-kPmbxdjE/s200/IMG_1602.JPG" width="113" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361176462154317532.post-81703889512534756692007-03-29T02:03:00.000-07:002007-03-30T07:49:02.699-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0eZtYJ94I/AAAAAAAAACw/6T0I6qlavS0/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047724184378668930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AxgCzrhmXVw/Rg0eZtYJ94I/AAAAAAAAACw/6T0I6qlavS0/s200/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Olá!</strong></span><br /><div><div><div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bem vindos ao Blog.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Pretendemos que este seja um espaço de comunicação, sobretudo para os amigos. Mas serão bem vindos todos os que quiserem participar.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Lara e Martinho.</span></p></div></div></div>Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138660003071788096noreply@blogger.com