<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552</id><updated>2009-10-14T04:43:52.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanhas</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blogue é uma espécie de montagem pessoal... como o próprio nome o indica.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>409</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-2743372477851016651</id><published>2008-08-12T11:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:34:56.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo endereço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mudei-me para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanhas.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://sanhas.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Venham-me visitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-2743372477851016651?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2743372477851016651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=2743372477851016651' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/2743372477851016651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/2743372477851016651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/08/novo-endereo.html' title='Novo endereço'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-228583553413409707</id><published>2008-05-28T19:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:14:05.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias menos bons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há dias em que me apetece fugir, desistir de tudo... É o mais fácil e talvez o mais justo, desistir do que não vale a pena e principalmente desistir das pessoas que não valem a pena e nos picam o caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sim, acho justo desistir das pessoas que não valem a pena, mesmo daquelas que nos podem e lixam a vida. A solução é a defesa, é desligar e passar à frente sem dar importância. É este o desafio, a ideia. Viver num mundo de dificuldades, talvez de esgoísmo, não sei, talvez seja eu que esteja errada ao insistir que o mundo e as pessoas podiam ser melhores... Talvez o romantismo esteja fora de moda... Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-228583553413409707?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/228583553413409707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=228583553413409707' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/228583553413409707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/228583553413409707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/05/dias-menos-bons.html' title='Dias menos bons'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-3664629876067829813</id><published>2008-04-29T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:09:42.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>costurar a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A única forma de te ser fiel é costurar a vida, lentamente, pelo avesso da dor, inventar um peito onde possas deitar-te, cobrir com lenços grandes os espelhos a fim de que nada impeça o teu regresso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como não quis ver-te partir, estarei aqui no dia da tua chegada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;António Lobo Antunes, in "Segundo Livro de Crónicas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-3664629876067829813?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3664629876067829813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=3664629876067829813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/3664629876067829813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/3664629876067829813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/05/costurar-vida.html' title='costurar a vida'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total 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href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/92494288278248800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=92494288278248800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/92494288278248800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/92494288278248800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/04/escritores.html' title='escritores'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-397053678128933051</id><published>2008-04-09T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:58:50.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zahir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Um ano depois, eu acordo a pensar na história de Jorge Luís Borges: algo que, uma vez tocado ou visto, nunca é esquecido e vai ocupando o nosso pensamento até nos levar à loucura."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paulo Coelho, in "O Zahir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-397053678128933051?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-4785591658076224933</id><published>2008-03-17T20:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:54:42.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Mar Sonoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mar sonoro, mar sem fundo, mar sem fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tua beleza aumenta quando estamos sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E tão fundo intimamente a tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Segue o mais discreto bailar do meu sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que momentos há em que eu suponho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seres um milagre criado só para mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-4785591658076224933?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4785591658076224933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=4785591658076224933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/4785591658076224933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/4785591658076224933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/mar-sonoro.html' title='Mar Sonoro'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-3221164739760063856</id><published>2008-03-06T12:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:17:16.915Z</updated><title type='text'>El amor en los tiempos del colera</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ut49aOMAMVo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/gabriel-garcia-marquez-el-amor-en-los.html' title='El amor en los tiempos del colera'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-1874156559822922616</id><published>2008-03-05T22:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:29:11.027Z</updated><title type='text'>o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tinha de ensiná-la a pensar no amor como um estado de graça que não era um meio para nada, mas sim um princípio e um fim em si mesmo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-1874156559822922616?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1874156559822922616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=1874156559822922616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/1874156559822922616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/1874156559822922616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-amor.html' title='o amor'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-425689137573822259</id><published>2008-03-05T22:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:26:28.003Z</updated><title type='text'>para lá do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Seguiam em silêncio como dois velhos esposos escaldados pela vida, para lá das armadilhas da paixão, para lá das trapaças brutais das ilusões e dos reflexos dos desenganos: para lá do amor. Pois tinham vivido juntos o suficiente para se darem conta de que o amor era amor em qualquer tempo e em qualquer lugar, mas tanto mais denso quanto mais próximo da morte."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-425689137573822259?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/425689137573822259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=425689137573822259' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/425689137573822259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/425689137573822259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-l-do-amor.html' title='para lá do amor'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-8503331370882964206</id><published>2008-03-05T22:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:18:25.132Z</updated><title type='text'>um único ser dividido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Acabaram por se conhecer tão bem que em menos de trinta e dois anos de casados eram um único ser dividido e sentiam-se incomodados com a frequência com que adivinhavam, sem querer, os pensamentos, um do outro, ou pelo acidente ridículo de um se antecipar, em público, ao que o outro tinha para dizer. Tinham lidado juntos com as incompreensões quotidianas, os ódios instantâneos, as maldadezinhas recíprocas e os fabulosos relâmpagos de glória da cumplicidade conjugal. Foi a época em que se amaram melhor, sem pressas e sem excessos, e foram os dois mais conscientes e mais agradecidos pelas suas vitórias inverosímeis contra a adversidade. A vida ainda lhes depararia outras provas mortais, evidentemente, as já não importava: estavam na outra margem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-8503331370882964206?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8503331370882964206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=8503331370882964206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/8503331370882964206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/8503331370882964206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-nico-ser-dividido.html' title='um único ser dividido'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-6348826247262379970</id><published>2008-03-05T22:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:12:19.332Z</updated><title type='text'>a vida mundana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“A vida mundana, que lhe trazia tanta insegurança antes de a conhecer, não era mais que um sistema de pactos atávicos, de cerimónias banais, de palavras previstas, com o qual, em sociedade, se entretinham uns aos outros para não se assassinarem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-6348826247262379970?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6348826247262379970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=6348826247262379970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/6348826247262379970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/6348826247262379970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida-mundana.html' title='a vida mundana'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-40078492083996861</id><published>2008-03-05T22:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:12:51.075Z</updated><title type='text'>o homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Só elas sabiam quanto pesava o homem que amavam com loucura e que talvez as amasse, mas que tinham tido que continuar a criar até ao último suspiro, dando-lhe de mamar, mudando-lhe as fraldas sujas, distraindo-o com historinhas de mãe para lhes aliviar o terror de sair de manhã e dar de cara com a realidade. E, no entanto, quando o viam sair de casa, instigado põe elas próprias a engolir o mundo, então eram elas que se ficavam com o terror de que o homem não voltasse nunca. Isso era a vida. O amor, se o houvesse, era uma coisa à parte: outra vida.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-40078492083996861?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/40078492083996861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=40078492083996861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/40078492083996861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/40078492083996861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-homem.html' title='o homem'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-7023637408808067975</id><published>2008-03-04T10:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:15:20.459Z</updated><title type='text'>virgindade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Florentino Ariza tinha-a libertado da virgindade de um casamento convencional, que era mais pernicioso do que a virgindade congénita e do que a abstinência da viuvez. Tinha-lhe ensinado que nada do que se fizer na cama é imoral se contribuir para perpetuar o amor.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-7023637408808067975?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7023637408808067975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=7023637408808067975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7023637408808067975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7023637408808067975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/virgindade.html' title='virgindade'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-959210773149978652</id><published>2008-03-04T10:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:15:42.080Z</updated><title type='text'>a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“… os seres humanos não nascem para sempre no dia em que as suas que as suas mães os dão à luz, mas a vida os obriga uma e outra vez ainda a parirem-se a si mesmos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-959210773149978652?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/959210773149978652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=959210773149978652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/959210773149978652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/959210773149978652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida.html' title='a vida'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-7534199744047117202</id><published>2008-03-04T10:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:20:45.757Z</updated><title type='text'>a cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eram assim: passavam a vida a proclamar o orgulho da sua origem, os méritos históricos da cidade, o preço das suas relíquias, o seu heroísmo e beleza, mas eram cegos ao caruncho dos anos. (…)&lt;br /&gt;- Que nobre é esta cidade – dizia – que há quatrocentos anos que estamos a tentar dar cabo dela e ainda não conseguimos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-7534199744047117202?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7534199744047117202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=7534199744047117202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7534199744047117202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7534199744047117202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/cidade.html' title='a cidade'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-3180628604377607963</id><published>2008-03-03T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:07:02.574Z</updated><title type='text'>a memória do coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era ainda demasiado jovem para saber que a memória do coração elimina as más recordações e exalta as boas e que, graças a esse artifício conseguimos suportar o passado.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-3180628604377607963?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3180628604377607963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=3180628604377607963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/3180628604377607963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/3180628604377607963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/memria-do-corao.html' title='a memória do coração'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-4622756947754330754</id><published>2008-03-03T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:05:42.491Z</updated><title type='text'>o pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subitamente revelou-se a fundo a imagem do homem a quem conhecera antes de qualquer outro, que o tinha criado e educado, que dormira e fornicara durante trinta e dois anos com a sua mãe e que, no entanto, nunca antes dessa carta se lhe tinha mostrado tal como era em corpo e alma, por timidez pura e simples.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-4622756947754330754?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4622756947754330754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=4622756947754330754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/4622756947754330754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/4622756947754330754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-pai.html' title='o pai'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-8097523730440589373</id><published>2008-03-03T21:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:04:02.630Z</updated><title type='text'>olhar por cima do ombro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas no meio da desordem da saída, senti-o tão próximo, tão nítido naquela confusão, que uma força irresistível a obrigou a olhar por cima do ombro ao sair do tempo pela nave central e então viu, a dois palmos dos seus olhos, os outros olhos de gelo, o rosto pálido, os lábios petrificados pelo susto do amor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-8097523730440589373?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8097523730440589373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=8097523730440589373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/8097523730440589373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/8097523730440589373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/olhar-por-cima-do-ombro.html' title='olhar por cima do ombro'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-7983774894832328</id><published>2008-03-02T22:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:43:35.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Carne para convento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"As duas irmãs, contra as suas graças naturais e a sua vocação festiva, eram carne para convento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-7983774894832328?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7983774894832328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=7983774894832328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7983774894832328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7983774894832328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/carne-para-convento.html' title='Carne para convento'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-4349373522612534615</id><published>2008-03-02T22:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:20:21.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Um reino inclemente e mesquinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Lembrou-lhe que os fracos não entrariam jamais no reino do amor, que é um reino inclemente e mesquinho, e que as mulheres só se entregam a homens decididos porque esses lhe incutem a segurança tão ansiada para enfrentar a vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-4349373522612534615?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4349373522612534615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=4349373522612534615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/4349373522612534615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/4349373522612534615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-reino-inclemente-e-mesquinho.html' title='Um reino inclemente e mesquinho'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-5732231768248798975</id><published>2008-03-02T21:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:11:02.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel García Márquez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__cP8v416l0c/R8sicDWlTMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kA37AzfmOC4/s1600-h/garcia184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173266462296853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__cP8v416l0c/R8sicDWlTMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kA37AzfmOC4/s320/garcia184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resumolivro.com/gabriel-garcia-marquez.htm"&gt;Biografia de Gabriel García Márquez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-5732231768248798975?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5732231768248798975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=5732231768248798975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/5732231768248798975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/5732231768248798975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/gabriel-garca-mrquez.html' title='Gabriel García Márquez'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__cP8v416l0c/R8sicDWlTMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kA37AzfmOC4/s72-c/garcia184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-7428682998526264624</id><published>2008-03-02T21:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:51:41.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Súplica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Suplicou a Deus que lhe concedesse pelo menos um instante para que ele não se fosse sem saber o quanto ela o tinha amado, ultrapassando as dúvidas de ambos, e sentiu um ímpeto irresistível de começar a vida com ele outra vez desde o princípio para se dizerem tudo quanto lhes tinha ficado por dizer, e voltar a fazer bem qualquer coisa que tivessem feito mal no passado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-7428682998526264624?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7428682998526264624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=7428682998526264624' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7428682998526264624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/7428682998526264624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/splica.html' title='Súplica'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-8271147623961408146</id><published>2008-03-02T21:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:46:26.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando a sabedoria chega...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Outra coisa bem diferente teria sido a vida para eles, se tivessem sabido a tempo que era mais fácil ultrapassar as grandes catástrofes matrimoniais que as misérias minúsculas do dia-a-dia. Mas se alguma coisa tinham aprendido juntos era que a sabedoria chega quando já não nos serve para nada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-8271147623961408146?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8271147623961408146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=8271147623961408146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/8271147623961408146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/8271147623961408146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/quando-sabedoria-chega.html' title='Quando a sabedoria chega...'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-3048742713685608733</id><published>2008-03-02T21:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:43:12.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Amores lentos e difíceis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Os seus amores eram lentos e difíceis, perturbados amiúde por presságios sinistros, e a vida parecia-lhes interminável."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-3048742713685608733?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3048742713685608733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=3048742713685608733' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/3048742713685608733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/3048742713685608733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/amores-lentos-e-difceis.html' title='Amores lentos e difíceis'/><author><name>Sandra Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717036552518196288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12825702354581552182'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070552.post-2820709949738891868</id><published>2008-03-02T21:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:33:57.931Z</updated><title type='text'>Sucumbindo ao desespero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Jeremiah de Saint-Amour amava a vida com uma paixão sem sentido, amava o mar e o amor, ia sucumbindo ao desespero, como se a sua morte não tivesse sido uma decisão sua mas um destino ineroxável."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez, em "O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9070552-2820709949738891868?l=sanhas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2820709949738891868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9070552&amp;postID=2820709949738891868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9070552/posts/default/2820709949738891868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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