<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879</id><updated>2012-02-11T23:36:20.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3958104735835933907</id><published>2008-06-16T14:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:47:44.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFakhmV1BcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mZyg6vU32ac/s1600-h/metropolitan+cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212534515862668738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFakhmV1BcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mZyg6vU32ac/s400/metropolitan+cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFakiIZxemI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3Ig28C3E7xw/s1600-h/old+part+cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212534525006019170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFakiIZxemI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3Ig28C3E7xw/s400/old+part+cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajgZck-DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/A4jIzfFCWwo/s1600-h/china+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212533395709818930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajgZck-DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/A4jIzfFCWwo/s400/china+town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajg2He33I/AAAAAAAAAfU/tqj663Z4rZg/s1600-h/instrumentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212533403405967218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajg2He33I/AAAAAAAAAfU/tqj663Z4rZg/s400/instrumentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajheH5DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8EQ_YfJ-CY4/s1600-h/martha+e+touro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212533414145100962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajheH5DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8EQ_YfJ-CY4/s400/martha+e+touro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajh1Lb4YI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PcWWThRwGlY/s1600-h/martha+in+the+cavern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212533420333982082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajh1Lb4YI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PcWWThRwGlY/s400/martha+in+the+cavern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajiEbRfQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/p7RI_Bj_URo/s1600-h/martha+yaling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212533424426941698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFajiEbRfQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/p7RI_Bj_URo/s400/martha+yaling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3958104735835933907?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3958104735835933907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3958104735835933907' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3958104735835933907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3958104735835933907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2008/06/liverpool.html' title='Liverpool...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/SFakhmV1BcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mZyg6vU32ac/s72-c/metropolitan+cathedral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-4798152919009662928</id><published>2008-04-08T18:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:12:34.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil 1 - 0 Suiça (Sweden)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vszwERpcI/AAAAAAAAAfE/B_CaEWr3ZX0/s1600-h/yaling+polli+martha+misung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186999769667577282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vszwERpcI/AAAAAAAAAfE/B_CaEWr3ZX0/s400/yaling+polli+martha+misung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yaling, Eu, Polli e Misung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vsowERpXI/AAAAAAAAAec/V5Vz23hFPNc/s1600-h/III+martha+yaling+young+polli+francesco.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspAERpYI/AAAAAAAAAek/t6vXSiKTNQw/s1600-h/torcida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186999584983983490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspAERpYI/AAAAAAAAAek/t6vXSiKTNQw/s400/torcida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Torcida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspgERpZI/AAAAAAAAAes/LHDRFaWzl98/s1600-h/V+yaling+martha+e+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186999593573918098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspgERpZI/AAAAAAAAAes/LHDRFaWzl98/s400/V+yaling+martha+e+young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yaling, Eu e Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspgERpaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ulWrJ8wYNms/s1600-h/VIII+comemoracao+do+gol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186999593573918114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspgERpaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ulWrJ8wYNms/s400/VIII+comemoracao+do+gol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comemoração do Gol do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspwERpbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4wP30r7mjAQ/s1600-h/X+galera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186999597868885426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vspwERpbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4wP30r7mjAQ/s400/X+galera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Galera no fim do jogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vrxAERpSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/izQxWEPCWS8/s1600-h/IV+yaling+e+martha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vrxQERpTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0FU4_53XwP4/s1600-h/III+martha+yaling+young+polli+francesco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186998627206276402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vrxQERpTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0FU4_53XwP4/s400/III+martha+yaling+young+polli+francesco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na frente do Estádio (Emirates Stadium - Arsenal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vrxQERpUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Lxts97R3YEU/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186998627206276418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vrxQERpUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Lxts97R3YEU/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alegria com a vitória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vrxwERpVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kzH1gD2qTzM/s1600-h/perto+do+campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186998635796211026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vrxwERpVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kzH1gD2qTzM/s400/perto+do+campo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perto do Campo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vryAERpWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nL0EeMwti_Y/s1600-h/perto+do+campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo bem que o jogo foi no fim de março, mas só pude colocar as fotos agora. Joguinho sofrido, Brasil ganhou de apenas 1-0, mas a emoção de estar dentro de um estádio com 60 mil pessoas, a grande maioria brasileira, é inimaginável. (The football match was last month but I have time to put the photos here only today. There were 60.000 people in the Emirates Stadium and the majority was Brazilian. It was amazing!).&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-4798152919009662928?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4798152919009662928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=4798152919009662928' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4798152919009662928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4798152919009662928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2008/04/brasil-1-0-suia-sweden.html' title='Brasil 1 - 0 Suiça (Sweden)'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_vszwERpcI/AAAAAAAAAfE/B_CaEWr3ZX0/s72-c/yaling+polli+martha+misung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-9056376720130789269</id><published>2008-04-05T20:46:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:43:51.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid finally....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXAERpNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3Sxezdo04fE/s1600-h/palacio+realII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185929450932511954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXAERpNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3Sxezdo04fE/s400/palacio+realII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palácio Real (Royal Palace)&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXAERpOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kjCcWfwnJMg/s1600-h/peluqueria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185929450932511970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXAERpOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kjCcWfwnJMg/s400/peluqueria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXQERpPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hVUNKl-ollg/s1600-h/plaza+mayor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185929455227479282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXQERpPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hVUNKl-ollg/s400/plaza+mayor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza Mayor&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXQERpQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WnmdyClx3Os/s1600-h/tio+pepe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185929455227479298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXQERpQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WnmdyClx3Os/s400/tio+pepe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXgERpRI/AAAAAAAAAds/5Ye3pLfUCmE/s1600-h/urso+(bear).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185929459522446610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXgERpRI/AAAAAAAAAds/5Ye3pLfUCmE/s400/urso+(bear).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urso (bear) símbolo de Madrid&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge5wERpII/AAAAAAAAAck/0pXlFEh1ULM/s1600-h/martha+e+evelyne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6QERpJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SNoTN1RfPA0/s1600-h/modgliane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928957011272850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6QERpJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SNoTN1RfPA0/s400/modgliane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6QERpKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QFgSaBHW1ow/s1600-h/palacio+d+cristal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928957011272866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6QERpKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QFgSaBHW1ow/s400/palacio+d+cristal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palácio de Cristal&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6gERpLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2rD5xqnX9kI/s1600-h/palacio+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928961306240178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6gERpLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2rD5xqnX9kI/s400/palacio+real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palácio Real&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6gERpMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/k_F1w9qWThc/s1600-h/palacio+real+e+campo+del+moro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928961306240194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_ge6gERpMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/k_F1w9qWThc/s400/palacio+real+e+campo+del+moro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palácio Real e os Jadins de Campo del Moro&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSAERpDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v21NaG3mpd8/s1600-h/dom+quixote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928265521538098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSAERpDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v21NaG3mpd8/s400/dom+quixote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSQERpEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lO67HmJ_iUk/s1600-h/feira+do+rastro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928269816505410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSQERpEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lO67HmJ_iUk/s400/feira+do+rastro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estátua Dom Quixote e Feira do Rastro (Rastro Market)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSQERpFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NH2MN-FyNRw/s1600-h/livreiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928269816505426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSQERpFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NH2MN-FyNRw/s400/livreiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livreiro&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSgERpGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YhwPi7-40j0/s1600-h/mariates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185928274111472738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSgERpGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YhwPi7-40j0/s400/mariates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_geSwERpHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nm0kg2w7rvg/s1600-h/martha+e+evelyne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mariates&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd0gERo-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/c7vTFss4WPI/s1600-h/aren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927758715397090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd0gERo-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/c7vTFss4WPI/s400/aren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd0wERo_I/AAAAAAAAAbc/eKiMLqnaoX4/s1600-h/cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927763010364402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd0wERo_I/AAAAAAAAAbc/eKiMLqnaoX4/s400/cartaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza del Toros&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd1AERpAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LZ5_i7Hj5sw/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927767305331714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd1AERpAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LZ5_i7Hj5sw/s400/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathedral&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd1QERpBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wdvsGHtXT_o/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927771600299026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd1QERpBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wdvsGHtXT_o/s400/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte no Templo de Debod&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd1QERpCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/K63ZkxlxmLI/s1600-h/templo+de+debod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927771600299042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gd1QERpCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/K63ZkxlxmLI/s400/templo+de+debod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Templo de Debod&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdSAERo5I/AAAAAAAAAas/5UP57zK-CCo/s1600-h/sunset+cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927166009910162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdSAERo5I/AAAAAAAAAas/5UP57zK-CCo/s400/sunset+cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdSQERo6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/AjNDIz-AXVM/s1600-h/plaza+del+touros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927170304877474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdSQERo6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/AjNDIz-AXVM/s400/plaza+del+touros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por-do-sol(sunset)e Plaza del Toros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdSwERo8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6eGCn-4kJSg/s1600-h/martha+e+evelyne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927178894812098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdSwERo8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6eGCn-4kJSg/s400/martha+e+evelyne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdTAERo9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/0ZXB5mI8WC4/s1600-h/ol%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185927183189779410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gdTAERo9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/0ZXB5mI8WC4/s400/ol%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e Evelyne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I will try to write in English too because I have some friends that don’t undertand Portuguese yet...eheh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrid was a good experience for me. First I met people and I made friends. Second the city is fantastic with a lot of colours, tasties and interesting people. I can say that the food is delicious: bocadillo, cozido madrileno, tortilla, etc...I studied only 2 weeks Spanish and I met people from all over the world: Ireland, Holand, Swiss, France, Italy...And I made a very good friend there: Evelyne!!! And I cannot forget my another 2 Brazilian friends that I found in the airoport when I arrived in Madrid: Lu and Fran!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish people are very friendly, they always talk with you in the streets, sometimes only to say “have a good night”. The night life in Madrid starts very late and finishes very late. You can find people going to club at 5 in the morning. I sometimes went home at 6 a.m. and I saw a lot of people in the streets...It was amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say? I think everyone need to go there once in life...(if have time and money). Madrid is not too expensive as London, you can find a good hostel for 14 or 20 euros (1 night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em português: Madrid foi uma experiência incrível para mim. Primeiro eu conheci muitas pessoas e fiz amigos. Segundo porque a cidade é fantástica com muitas cores, sabores e pessoas interessantes. Posso dizer que a comida é deliciosa: bocadillo, cozido madrileno, tortilla, etc. Eu estudei apenas duas semanas espanhol e conheci gente do mundo inteiro: Irlanda, Holanda, Suíça, França, Itália...E eu fiz uma boa amiga lá: Evelyne!! E eu não posso esquecer minhas outras duas amigas brasileiras que eu encontrei no aeroporto quando eu cheguei em Madrid: Lu e Fran!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os espanhóis são amistosos, eles sempre falam com você nas ruas, as vezes apenas para dizer “tenha uma boa noite”. A vida noturna em Madrid começa muito tarde e termina muito tarde. Você pode encontrar pessoas indo para clubs as 5 da manhã. Eu fui para casa as vezes as 6 da manhã e via muitas pessoas ainda nas ruas. Fantástico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais posso dizer? Eu acho que todo mundo tem que ir uma vez lá... (se tiver tempo e dinheiro). Madrid não é tão caro quanto Londres, você pode encontrar um bom hostel por 14 ou 20 euros a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-9056376720130789269?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9056376720130789269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=9056376720130789269' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/9056376720130789269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/9056376720130789269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2008/04/madrid-finally.html' title='Madrid finally....'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R_gfXAERpNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3Sxezdo04fE/s72-c/palacio+realII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2971732784309634103</id><published>2008-03-10T11:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:50:51.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stonehenge, Windchester and Salisbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WC4BQjR4I/AAAAAAAAAak/2IlqF_UXsBs/s1600-h/martha+e+meson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176187245654394754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WC4BQjR4I/AAAAAAAAAak/2IlqF_UXsBs/s400/martha+e+meson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WCihQjR3I/AAAAAAAAAac/7u4kV03Ei1E/s1600-h/martha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176186876287207282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WCihQjR3I/AAAAAAAAAac/7u4kV03Ei1E/s400/martha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WCMBQjR2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/tK0BdLKnFfE/s1600-h/meninas+em+Stonehege+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176186489740150626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WCMBQjR2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/tK0BdLKnFfE/s400/meninas+em+Stonehege+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WBARQjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tlDJW9z5eS0/s1600-h/meninas+em+Stonehege.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176185188365059922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WBARQjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tlDJW9z5eS0/s400/meninas+em+Stonehege.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pessoas, aqui to colocando umas fotos que eu fiz nesses locais, mas ainda to com problemas de internet. Stonehenge eh menor do que eu imaginava, mas bonito. As cidades que visitei sao pequenas, mas bem aconchegantes, vale a pena fazer uma visita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-2971732784309634103?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2971732784309634103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2971732784309634103' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2971732784309634103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2971732784309634103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2008/03/stonehenge-windchester-and-salisbury.html' title='Stonehenge, Windchester and Salisbury'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R9WC4BQjR4I/AAAAAAAAAak/2IlqF_UXsBs/s72-c/martha+e+meson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2994812311174722802</id><published>2008-02-25T16:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:18:13.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid</title><content type='html'>Como muita gente nao sabe, eu estou em Madrid de "vacaciones". Chegei aqui terca passada e posso dizer que a cidade e muito bonita. Estou fazendo um curso rapido de espanhol que alem de me proporcionar mais conhecimento, me oferece a oportunidade de conhecer mais gente. Dentro em breve coloco as fotos aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-2994812311174722802?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2994812311174722802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2994812311174722802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2994812311174722802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2994812311174722802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2008/02/madrid.html' title='Madrid'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-6875406269766698439</id><published>2008-01-14T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:01:46.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Turma fim de 2007...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R4vYcFGVGDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Yu_rMwocgmQ/s1600-h/classe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155452175372326962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R4vYcFGVGDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Yu_rMwocgmQ/s400/classe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa é parte da minha ex-turma de inglês aqui em Londres. Agora já estou em outro level... Na escola como em toda cidade podemos encontrar gente de todo mundo. Prova disso é essa turma (da esquerda para direita): Gisela (Hungria), Arta (Albênia), Yaling (Taiwan), Eu, atrás de mim está a Pollianna (Brasil), depois a Grazgina (Polônia), Adriana (Colômbia), Ai (não sei se é assim que escreve o nome dela, ela é do Japão) e o Ismael (não sei o nome da cidade, mas é na África). Posso dizer que todos com quem convivi são pessoas muito boas, tive a sorte de encontrar essa turma no meio do meu caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-6875406269766698439?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6875406269766698439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=6875406269766698439' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6875406269766698439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6875406269766698439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2008/01/turma-fim-de-2007.html' title='Turma fim de 2007...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R4vYcFGVGDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Yu_rMwocgmQ/s72-c/classe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-8062714698415901759</id><published>2007-12-29T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:47:44.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OH OH OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R3akVlGVGCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/paZBq-zgPTY/s1600-h/fogos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149483914587609122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R3akVlGVGCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/paZBq-zgPTY/s400/fogos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas e Happy New Year... que 2008 seja muito bom para todos nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-8062714698415901759?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8062714698415901759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=8062714698415901759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8062714698415901759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8062714698415901759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-oh-oh.html' title='OH OH OH'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R3akVlGVGCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/paZBq-zgPTY/s72-c/fogos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-8850135606245772497</id><published>2007-12-16T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:56:17.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2V0elDFPWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TDGyMHc2trQ/s1600-h/london+eye+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144646218030595426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2V0elDFPWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TDGyMHc2trQ/s400/london+eye+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; London Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2V0OFDFPVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CruNlmr8Pic/s1600-h/london+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144645934562753874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2V0OFDFPVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CruNlmr8Pic/s400/london+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vista de baixo da London Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2Vy7FDFPUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9mxmfg4fPSY/s1600-h/vista+de+cima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144644508633611586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2Vy7FDFPUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9mxmfg4fPSY/s400/vista+de+cima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vista de Londres de cima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2VyJVDFPTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LZ5F6424L2M/s1600-h/eu+e+pollianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144643653935119666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2VyJVDFPTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LZ5F6424L2M/s400/eu+e+pollianna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e Pollianna (turistas...eheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2Vw0lDFPSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-N0RkIm6Tlo/s1600-h/houses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642197941206306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2Vw0lDFPSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-N0RkIm6Tlo/s400/houses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Casas do Parlamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nem sei por onde recomeçar novamente... depois de um tempo sem atualizar o blog, não lembro quais fotos eu postei, quais ainda não foram postadas. Tenho que colocar as histórias em ordem de novo na minha cabeça e ir contando aos pouquinhos...Hoje vou colocar as fotos que eu fiz quando andei na London Eye, aquela roda-gigante enorme que é cartão postal da cidade. Apesar do medo de altura, subir naquela "rodinha" não foi uma experinência tão amendrontadora. Ela demora certa de 30 min para dar uma volta completa, então dá para perceber que ela se move bem devagar. Ver Londres de cima é muito mais bonito que eu imaginava. Bom, foi uma experiência que nunca vou esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-8850135606245772497?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8850135606245772497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=8850135606245772497' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8850135606245772497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8850135606245772497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/12/fotografias.html' title='Fotografias...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R2V0elDFPWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TDGyMHc2trQ/s72-c/london+eye+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3892592370682426118</id><published>2007-12-06T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:53:02.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim as fotos do museu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1huWhMDKSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jNMHGpl268E/s1600-h/frente+museu+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140980307788507426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1huWhMDKSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jNMHGpl268E/s400/frente+museu+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Museu de História Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1huJxMDKRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cWjTNhSqNdg/s1600-h/eu+e+yaling+na+fila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140980088745175314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1huJxMDKRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cWjTNhSqNdg/s400/eu+e+yaling+na+fila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e Yaling na fila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1ht8BMDKQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vyR9HqfqI5M/s1600-h/museu+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140979852521974018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1ht8BMDKQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vyR9HqfqI5M/s400/museu+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roll de entrada do museu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1htqRMDKPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uuYsBPbDRE8/s1600-h/globo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140979547579295986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1htqRMDKPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uuYsBPbDRE8/s400/globo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Globo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1htXRMDKOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/C2-i8VGuZA8/s1600-h/dino+no+roll+central.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140979221161781474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1htXRMDKOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/C2-i8VGuZA8/s400/dino+no+roll+central.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinossauro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1htMhMDKNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/1e6VLIv5Nxg/s1600-h/bra%C3%A7o+dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140979036478187730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1htMhMDKNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/1e6VLIv5Nxg/s400/bra%C3%A7o+dino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1hlMhMDKMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1XW-0uOEa30/s1600-h/dino+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140970240385165506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1hlMhMDKMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1XW-0uOEa30/s400/dino+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1heaBMDKLI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9krPJOR5vx4/s1600-h/de+volta+ao+centro+da+terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140962775732005042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1heaBMDKLI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9krPJOR5vx4/s400/de+volta+ao+centro+da+terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta ao centro da Terra...ehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim estão algumas fotos do Museu de História Natural... Enjoy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-3892592370682426118?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3892592370682426118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3892592370682426118' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3892592370682426118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3892592370682426118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/12/enfim-as-fotos-do-museu.html' title='Enfim as fotos do museu...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1huWhMDKSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jNMHGpl268E/s72-c/frente+museu+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3712765238266013253</id><published>2007-12-05T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:57:21.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns aos noivos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1b0bhMDKJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/p9dr_PQEvfc/s1600-h/capa_ok_impressao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140564778292553874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1b0bhMDKJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/p9dr_PQEvfc/s400/capa_ok_impressao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de algumas semanas, ou mês, que não dou minhas caras por aqui (problemas de internet), eu voltei a ativa. Mas esse primeiro post pós-sumida (eheh) eu vou dedicar a um amigo especial que está passando por uma grande mudança na vida. Uma mudança prá lá de boa, que o transforma em um homem casado (a partir do dia 07 de dezembro)!!!! Tenho certeza de que ele está trilhando pelo caminho certo, não só pelo lado sentimental, como pelo profissional também. Profissional de mão cheia, criativo, comunicativo, entre outras muitas qualidades que posso citar. Além disso, ele fez a escolha certa....escolheu uma menina muito gente boa, inteligente, também comunicativa, etc. Infelizmente não vou estar em seu casamento, pois são muitos e muitos quilômetros de distância, mas desejo a eles toda a sorte do mundo. Desejo que eles tenham muitas alegrias e sejam fortes para enfrentar os caminhos tortuosos que a vida sempre nos oferece, mas tenho certeza que eles enfretaram tudo com muita força e sempre um sorriso nos lábios, pois,afinal, um está ao lado do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parabéns....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aí vai o convite de casamento que o próprio Diego fez.... mt bom!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3712765238266013253?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3712765238266013253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3712765238266013253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3712765238266013253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3712765238266013253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/12/parabns-aos-noivos.html' title='Parabéns aos noivos...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/R1b0bhMDKJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/p9dr_PQEvfc/s72-c/capa_ok_impressao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-5474561021220497226</id><published>2007-10-26T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T11:51:26.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Uma noite no museu"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nessa quinta-feira tive o privilégio de ir ao Museu de História Natural, que tem um dos maiores acervos (se não o maior) em fosséis de dinossauros.... É incrível! Além dos dinos, eles tem animais de todos os cantos do planeta: marinhos, terretres, entre outros. Há uma parte que fala sobre a origem da Terra e o que está acontecendo com ela... tem até uma simulação de terremoto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Demorei cerca de três horas lá dentro e não deu tempo de ver tudo!!!! Com certeza farei uma próxima visita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(OBS: as fotos serão colocadas no final de semana por razões de internet ruim).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-5474561021220497226?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5474561021220497226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=5474561021220497226' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/5474561021220497226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/5474561021220497226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/uma-noite-no-museu.html' title='&quot;Uma noite no museu&quot;...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-7607097974547310959</id><published>2007-10-24T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:13:55.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>À pedidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rx-1aIGlDjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LNorPbkh08A/s1600-h/Hugh+Grant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125014361427217970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rx-1aIGlDjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LNorPbkh08A/s400/Hugh+Grant.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui está a foto do Hugh Grant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-7607097974547310959?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7607097974547310959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=7607097974547310959' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7607097974547310959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7607097974547310959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/pedidos.html' title='À pedidos...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rx-1aIGlDjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LNorPbkh08A/s72-c/Hugh+Grant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-5344354142523325825</id><published>2007-10-22T09:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:52:14.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Um lugar chamado Nothing Hill"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyyMIGlDiI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ISuKGO0xPjE/s1600-h/portobello+market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124166397444034082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyyMIGlDiI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ISuKGO0xPjE/s400/portobello+market.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa foto fala por si...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyxDIGlDhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8iIUh6Sr5LU/s1600-h/rua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124165143313583634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyxDIGlDhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8iIUh6Sr5LU/s400/rua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enfim, a rua Portobello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxywlYGlDgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CayDDdylo-M/s1600-h/restaurante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124164632212475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxywlYGlDgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CayDDdylo-M/s400/restaurante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encontrei esse fusca "estacionado" em uma casa de massas em Nothing Hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxywRYGlDfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/03JqWvdp6JA/s1600-h/feira+de+Portobello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124164288615091698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxywRYGlDfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/03JqWvdp6JA/s400/feira+de+Portobello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Início da Feira de Portobello (em Nothing Hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxytgIGlDdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xEjVq6NCBIY/s1600-h/feira+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124161243483278802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxytgIGlDdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xEjVq6NCBIY/s400/feira+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Venda de livros, CDs, LPs, entre outras coisas antigas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyrAYGlDcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1OIrwu9Lhng/s1600-h/feira+IX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124158498999176642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyrAYGlDcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1OIrwu9Lhng/s400/feira+IX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desenho de Beatriz Potter (aquela do fime Miss Potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyqTIGlDaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VjBEcKgBCMg/s1600-h/feira+XV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124157721610096034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyqTIGlDaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VjBEcKgBCMg/s400/feira+XV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu na feira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyodIGlDZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oGQl8d93Ef8/s1600-h/feira+V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124155694385532306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyodIGlDZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oGQl8d93Ef8/s400/feira+V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máquinas antigas de todo modelo a venda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxymUYGlDWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zwSaXQcMJQ8/s1600-h/feira+XIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124153345038421346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxymUYGlDWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zwSaXQcMJQ8/s400/feira+XIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa dupla fazia uma música engraçada e interessante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxymUoGlDXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FaIamEZtc28/s1600-h/feira+XII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124153349333388658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxymUoGlDXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FaIamEZtc28/s400/feira+XII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Venda de frutas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxymU4GlDYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yc9iYwj23II/s1600-h/feira+X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124153353628355970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxymU4GlDYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yc9iYwj23II/s400/feira+X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nessa barraca tinham máscaras de oxigênio, bolsas de remédios, uniformes, entre outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyl3YGlDUI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oCfjZwxgKFI/s1600-h/euI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124152846822214978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyl3YGlDUI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oCfjZwxgKFI/s400/euI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me sentei na frente de uma das casas da rua para descansar... (será que foi essa casa que aparece no filme???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyl4IGlDVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Occ8xU5eASk/s1600-h/feira+XIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124152859707116882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyl4IGlDVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Occ8xU5eASk/s400/feira+XIV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cartazes de filmes a venda... essa do Scarface me fez lembrar especialmente o Ênio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxylZYGlDSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/P4G4gxZECDU/s1600-h/comida+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124152331426139426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxylZYGlDSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/P4G4gxZECDU/s400/comida+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu almoço....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxykm4GlDQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4Hm6AOyFZCE/s1600-h/brownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151463842745602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxykm4GlDQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4Hm6AOyFZCE/s400/brownie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois do almoço uma sobremesa... um brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxykXIGlDPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1aeiMSSds0I/s1600-h/comendo+brownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151193259805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxykXIGlDPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1aeiMSSds0I/s400/comendo+brownie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E estava muito bom por sinal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxykIYGlDOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JZ9TBUUS3Bk/s1600-h/camar%C3%A3o+na+feira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124150939856735458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxykIYGlDOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JZ9TBUUS3Bk/s400/camar%C3%A3o+na+feira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um caldeirão de grandes camarões para comer (essa eu me lembrei do Eduardo...ele ia pirar com essas comidas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyj_YGlDNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SiejQtzdbhQ/s1600-h/camarao+na+feira+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124150785237912786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyj_YGlDNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SiejQtzdbhQ/s400/camarao+na+feira+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caldeirão de camarões e ostras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjxIGlDMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_kVJBe7Q2EA/s1600-h/feira+XVI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124150540424776898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjxIGlDMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_kVJBe7Q2EA/s400/feira+XVI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esse rapaz tocava o violão de uma forma bem diferente...todo mundo parou para olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjkYGlDLI/AAAAAAAAATs/B7Z1GoOEuWA/s1600-h/feira+XVII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124150321381444786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjkYGlDLI/AAAAAAAAATs/B7Z1GoOEuWA/s400/feira+XVII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iguarias como queijos, azeitonas (de novo lembrei do Dhuba), pimenta, azeites, entre outros a venda na feira de Portobello em Nothing Hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjVoGlDKI/AAAAAAAAATk/6xNz1sQaIGQ/s1600-h/feiraVI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124150067978374306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjVoGlDKI/AAAAAAAAATk/6xNz1sQaIGQ/s400/feiraVI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coisas antigas a venda na feira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjKoGlDJI/AAAAAAAAATc/1R93s3lb_OA/s1600-h/feira+XVIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124149878999813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyjKoGlDJI/AAAAAAAAATc/1R93s3lb_OA/s400/feira+XVIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma vista do começo da feira... (não sei porquê esse homem está olhando para cima)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyi7YGlDII/AAAAAAAAATU/q0wFMCQebTE/s1600-h/feira+XX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124149617006808194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyi7YGlDII/AAAAAAAAATU/q0wFMCQebTE/s400/feira+XX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CDs, cachaça, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyiroGlDHI/AAAAAAAAATM/7t97wjGPHPU/s1600-h/feira+XXI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124149346423868530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyiroGlDHI/AAAAAAAAATM/7t97wjGPHPU/s400/feira+XXI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feira de Portobello (Nothing Hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyhy4GlDGI/AAAAAAAAATE/Hhx3KYsP0m8/s1600-h/rua+de+casas+coloridas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124148371466292322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rxyhy4GlDGI/AAAAAAAAATE/Hhx3KYsP0m8/s400/rua+de+casas+coloridas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casinhas próximas a Nothing Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyheoGlDFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WEEsqAYbJfc/s1600-h/temperatura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124148023573941330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyheoGlDFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WEEsqAYbJfc/s400/temperatura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse sábado (20) estava fazendo um "calorzinho" por aqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyhNIGlDEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JpBf5TuoiPQ/s1600-h/eu+na+ponte+de+Hamesmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124147722926230594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyhNIGlDEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JpBf5TuoiPQ/s400/eu+na+ponte+de+Hamesmith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu passando na ponte sobre o rio Thames...(voltando para casa depois de um dia em Nothing Hill)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxygqYGlDDI/AAAAAAAAASs/DTuLY3jIcW8/s1600-h/pr%C3%A9dio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124147125925776434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxygqYGlDDI/AAAAAAAAASs/DTuLY3jIcW8/s400/pr%C3%A9dio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prédio antigo em Nothing Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxygbIGlDCI/AAAAAAAAASk/SefcSfs8hQ4/s1600-h/pr%C3%A9dios+na+beira+do+Thames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124146863932771362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxygbIGlDCI/AAAAAAAAASk/SefcSfs8hQ4/s400/pr%C3%A9dios+na+beira+do+Thames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prédios na beira do Thames (não é mais em Nothig Hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fotos feitas por Martha Carvalho, até as que eu apareço..ehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como no filme, a feira de Portobello (ou Portobello Market), localizada em Nothing Hill é incrível!!! Lá pode-se encontrar tudo o que se imagina, desde máquinas fotográficas antigas, desenhos, discos de vinil dos Beatles, roupas, sapatos, jóias, comida, legumes, folhes...Além disso, em toda esquina pode-se encontrar uma pessoa tocando violão, um tambor, uma gaita, ou seja, um instrumento musical. Um lugar que cheira a novo e velho ao mesmo tempo, que transmite uma tranqüilidade como se estivéssemos em uma pequena cidade, mas tem a imensidão de uma “big city”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Engraçado estar lá, no meio de um mar de gente que te arrasta pelas ruas num andar melancólico e gracioso que só Nothing Hill pode ter. Não pude conter as lágrimas ao me encontrar lá (chorona como sempre). Simplesmente indescritível a sensação de estar ali. Passei mais de três horas andando e observando... e ainda pude almoçar por lá. Juro que não sei exatamente o que eu comi (enfim, ainda não sei o nome direito das comidas por aqui), mas como sempre tenho sorte (para não dizer ao contrário), a comida era apimentada, mas estava boa! Bom, garanto que voltarei lá todos os sábados, porque enfim a feira só acontece aos sábados, para apreciar mais da energia daquele lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aí vai uma música que é um retrato desse lugar...Feira de Mangaio (Sivuca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fumo de rolo arreio e cangalha&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho tudo pra vender&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer comprar&lt;br /&gt;Bolo de milho broa e cocada&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho pra vender&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer comprar&lt;br /&gt;Pé de moleque alecrim canela&lt;br /&gt;Moleque sai daqui me deixa trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;E Zé saiu correndo&lt;br /&gt;Pra feira de pássaros&lt;br /&gt;E foi pássaro voando em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Tinha uma vendinha no canto da rua&lt;br /&gt;Onde o mangaieiro ia se animar&lt;br /&gt;Tomar uma bicada com lambu assado&lt;br /&gt;E olhar pra Maria do Joá&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que tinha uma vendinha no canto da rua&lt;br /&gt;Onde o magaieiro ia se animar&lt;br /&gt;Tomar uma bicada com lambu assado&lt;br /&gt;E olhar pra Maria do Joá&lt;br /&gt;Cabresto de cavalo e rabichola&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho pra vender&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer comprar&lt;br /&gt;Farinha rapadura e graviola&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho pra vender&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer comprar&lt;br /&gt;Pavio de cadeeiro panela de barro&lt;br /&gt;Menino vou me embora&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que voltar&lt;br /&gt;Xaxar o meu rocado&lt;br /&gt;Que nem boi de carro&lt;br /&gt;Alpargata de arrasto não quer me levar&lt;br /&gt;Porque tem um&lt;br /&gt;Sanfoneiro no canto da rua&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo floreio pra gente dançar&lt;br /&gt;Tem Zefa de purcina&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo renda&lt;br /&gt;E o ronco do fole sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que tem um&lt;br /&gt;Sanfoneiro no canto da rua&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo floreio pra gente dançar&lt;br /&gt;Tem Zefa de purcina&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo renda&lt;br /&gt;E o ronco do fole sem parar" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-5344354142523325825?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5344354142523325825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=5344354142523325825' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/5344354142523325825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/5344354142523325825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-lugar-chamado-nothing-hill_22.html' title='&quot;Um lugar chamado Nothing Hill&quot;'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyyMIGlDiI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ISuKGO0xPjE/s72-c/portobello+market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-6717102638519783861</id><published>2007-10-22T09:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:41:41.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos do Rugby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyZkIGlDAI/AAAAAAAAASU/RGAYmC1fzSA/s1600-h/jogo+VII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124139321970199554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyZkIGlDAI/AAAAAAAAASU/RGAYmC1fzSA/s400/jogo+VII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyZRoGlC_I/AAAAAAAAASM/TBe8_epB0Ic/s1600-h/jogo+XV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124139004142619634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyZRoGlC_I/AAAAAAAAASM/TBe8_epB0Ic/s400/jogo+XV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonny Wilkinson, England&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyZFIGlC-I/AAAAAAAAASE/w-6fZqfHNRo/s1600-h/jogo+X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124138789394254818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyZFIGlC-I/AAAAAAAAASE/w-6fZqfHNRo/s400/jogo+X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyYqoGlC9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/vqBuiCyXEzM/s1600-h/DSC03825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124138334127721426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyYqoGlC9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/vqBuiCyXEzM/s400/DSC03825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por problemas operacionais (meu computador passou dois dias sem entrar na internet) as fotos estão postadas com atraso... todas elas foram feitas diretamente da minha televisão, é claro!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-6717102638519783861?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6717102638519783861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=6717102638519783861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6717102638519783861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6717102638519783861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/fotos-do-rugby.html' title='Fotos do Rugby...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxyZkIGlDAI/AAAAAAAAASU/RGAYmC1fzSA/s72-c/jogo+VII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3145701689202927011</id><published>2007-10-20T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:25:20.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copa do Mundo de Rugby... pela TV!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje aconteceu a final da Copa do Mundo de Rugby em Paris-França. Disputaram o título África do Sul e Inglaterra. Posso dizer que Londres praticamente parou para ver o jogo... todos os pubs iam passar o jogo ao vivo! Pessoas andavam nas ruas com a camisa da seleção inglesa, que ganhou a Copa do Mundo de Rugby em 2003.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente não sei direito as regras do jogo, e particulamente acho um pouco violento (lembra o futebol americano). Quando os jogadores terminam a partidam sempre estão com a algum machucado.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mas hoje não era o dia dos ingleses. A África do Sul ganhou com uma esmagadora diferença de 15-6. Um dos jogadores ingelses que mais sofreu pressão foi Jonny Wilkinson, pois todos depositavam nele a esperança da vitótia. Mas é só um jogo, não é mesmo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a África do Sul... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(PS: fotos amanhã)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3145701689202927011?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3145701689202927011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3145701689202927011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3145701689202927011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3145701689202927011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/copa-do-mundo-de-rugby-pela-tv.html' title='Copa do Mundo de Rugby... pela TV!!!'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3658230404249077175</id><published>2007-10-18T20:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:09:32.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxfnMoGlC8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/2QUHVQ9dChM/s1600-h/feliz+aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122817305266686914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxfnMoGlC8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/2QUHVQ9dChM/s400/feliz+aniversario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;arabéns para você, nessa data querida, muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida... Hoje vai um parabéns todo especial para a minha querida vovozinha e para meu pai pelo aniversário de ambos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Felicidades...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3658230404249077175?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3658230404249077175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3658230404249077175' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3658230404249077175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3658230404249077175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/feliz-aniversrio.html' title='Feliz Aniversário...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxfnMoGlC8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/2QUHVQ9dChM/s72-c/feliz+aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-412979359260006515</id><published>2007-10-16T18:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:44:54.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais umas fotinhos para alegar o dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9-IGlC7I/AAAAAAAAARs/ClMsP8Et6Tw/s1600-h/eu+e+albert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122068288740068274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9-IGlC7I/AAAAAAAAARs/ClMsP8Et6Tw/s400/eu+e+albert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e "Albert" no Albert Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9w4GlC6I/AAAAAAAAARk/yf8C33oLoXo/s1600-h/hyde+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122068061106801570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9w4GlC6I/AAAAAAAAARk/yf8C33oLoXo/s400/hyde+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9kIGlC5I/AAAAAAAAARc/0X5ioLh83dI/s1600-h/jardim+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122067842063469458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9kIGlC5I/AAAAAAAAARc/0X5ioLh83dI/s400/jardim+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jardim no Palácio de Kensington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9YIGlC4I/AAAAAAAAARU/uG3sFKDCMPM/s1600-h/jardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122067635905039234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9YIGlC4I/AAAAAAAAARU/uG3sFKDCMPM/s400/jardim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outro jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9MYGlC3I/AAAAAAAAARM/2UVk3TJvHtg/s1600-h/lagoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122067434041576306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9MYGlC3I/AAAAAAAAARM/2UVk3TJvHtg/s400/lagoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vista do Palácio e da lagoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU5i4GlC0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vkdn6oXrQHc/s1600-h/esquilo+comendo+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122063422542121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU5i4GlC0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vkdn6oXrQHc/s400/esquilo+comendo+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esquilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU05oGlCwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WgUE3zq_8zc/s1600-h/royal+albert+hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122058315826006786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU05oGlCwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WgUE3zq_8zc/s400/royal+albert+hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Royal Albert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU0kIGlCvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nFWY5mHEZ8w/s1600-h/albert+memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122057946458819314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU0kIGlCvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nFWY5mHEZ8w/s400/albert+memorial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Albert Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui estão algumas fotos do meu passeio pelo Hyde Park, na última quinta-feira. O parque é imenso e não consegui visitar todos os lugares, como a casa onde morava a Princesa Diana. Enjoy the photos!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-412979359260006515?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/412979359260006515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=412979359260006515' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/412979359260006515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/412979359260006515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/mais-umas-fotinhos-para-alegar-o-dia.html' title='Mais umas fotinhos para alegar o dia...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxU9-IGlC7I/AAAAAAAAARs/ClMsP8Et6Tw/s72-c/eu+e+albert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2814270005527984226</id><published>2007-10-16T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:57:43.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que o caso Madeleine é tão importante?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxUzo4GlCuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_l6RJ1euGuM/s1600-h/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o+menino.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122056928551570146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxUzo4GlCuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_l6RJ1euGuM/s400/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o+menino.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos meses vem crescido o número de matérias, denúncias e suspeitas que cercam o desaparecimento de Madeleine McCann, de apenas quatro anos, que dormia em um quarto de hotel em Praia da Luz, Portugal, enquanto seus pais jantavam com amigos. Há quem acredite que ela esteja morta, mas há especulações de que ela foi seqüestrada para ser vendida no mercado de crianças (há também quem acredite que os próprios pais a mataram).&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não se sabe ao certo o que aconteceu com a menina e não há indícios de quando isso tudo acabará. Porém, uma pergunta ainda não foi respondida, em meio a outras tantas: por que o caso Madeleine está tendo tanta repercussão?&lt;br /&gt;Isso porque o desaparecimento da menina inglesa já mobilizou o país, tem arrecadado milhões de dólares para encontrá-la e ainda contou com personalidades como David Beckham solicitando ajuda nas buscas pela criança.&lt;br /&gt;O que ela tem de especial? Madeleine é mais uma na estatística de dez mil crianças desaparecidas todos os anos na Inglaterra. Pode ser que seu destaque seja por conta da boa situação econômica em que vivem seus pais, o modo estranho como desapareceu e todo o desenrolar da história. Há poucos dias atrás, em um jornal londrino, uma mãe, que tem o filho desaparecido, também estava requisitando o mesmo tratamento dispensado ao sumiço de Madeleine para encontrar sua criança.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não há resposta para essa pergunta, apenas suposições, e não se sabe se um dia essa resposta chegará. O que resta aos leitores é acompanhar o caso amplamente divulgado e alardeado pelos meios de comunicação mundo afora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-2814270005527984226?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2814270005527984226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2814270005527984226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2814270005527984226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2814270005527984226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-que-o-caso-madeleine-to-importante.html' title='Por que o caso Madeleine é tão importante?'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RxUzo4GlCuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_l6RJ1euGuM/s72-c/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o+menino.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2408312703249120441</id><published>2007-10-12T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:36:40.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por onde corre o rio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rw_11oGlCsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xa2hRh6pDxo/s1600-h/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120581602990426818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rw_11oGlCsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xa2hRh6pDxo/s400/rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rw_0HIGlCqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CjnlnNYXIJ4/s1600-h/rio+artificial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120579704614881954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rw_0HIGlCqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CjnlnNYXIJ4/s400/rio+artificial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Rio Artificial"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rw_yTYGlCoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KsRrHphPybU/s1600-h/rio+artificial+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120577716045023874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rw_yTYGlCoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KsRrHphPybU/s400/rio+artificial+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesses dias eu fui no Hyde Park e vi muitas coisas belas: um lago, um rio e um "riozinho" artificial... é, ele foi feito em pedra sabão (eu acho) e tem o formato de um círculo, aproveitando as inclinações do terreno onde ele se localiza. Muitas pessoas sentavam em torno dele e aproveitavam o barulhinho relaxante que a água fazia. Imagino aquelas pessoas colocam na água todas as suas frustrações, angústias, tristezas, alegrias, dores, lembranças para se diluirem e irem embora com a correnteza da água. Enfim, a água pode ser um bom remédio para aliviar as dores e eliminar os maus fluídos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-2408312703249120441?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2408312703249120441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2408312703249120441' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2408312703249120441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2408312703249120441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-onde-corre-o-rio.html' title='Por onde corre o rio...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rw_11oGlCsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xa2hRh6pDxo/s72-c/rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2341801563217336249</id><published>2007-10-10T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:09:45.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais algumas imagens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4ooGlClI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GFk-n_4CVIQ/s1600-h/vistoria+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119740253256878674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4ooGlClI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GFk-n_4CVIQ/s400/vistoria+III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Continuação da vistoria da guarda....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4b4GlCkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NhQ4w5-HNEQ/s1600-h/est%C3%A1tua+humana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119740034213546562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4b4GlCkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NhQ4w5-HNEQ/s400/est%C3%A1tua+humana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estátua humana em uma praça de Londres (não lembro o nome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4OoGlCjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/t-yLpb22QTI/s1600-h/momunento+as+mulheres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119739806580279858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4OoGlCjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/t-yLpb22QTI/s400/momunento+as+mulheres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monumento em homenagem as mulheres da 2ª Grande Guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4D4GlCiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sahjW-j-9RA/s1600-h/le%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119739621896686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4D4GlCiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sahjW-j-9RA/s400/le%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leão em uma praça (esqueci o nome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz33YGlChI/AAAAAAAAAOs/06LFsBUcf58/s1600-h/manifesta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+pra%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119739407148321298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz33YGlChI/AAAAAAAAAOs/06LFsBUcf58/s400/manifesta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+pra%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nesse dia estava havendo uma manifestação na praça contra os EUA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz3pYGlCgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BQZj9wu8d_Y/s1600-h/rua+em+londres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119739166630152706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz3pYGlCgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BQZj9wu8d_Y/s400/rua+em+londres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma viela em Londres....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-2341801563217336249?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2341801563217336249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2341801563217336249' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2341801563217336249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2341801563217336249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/mais-algumas-imagens.html' title='Mais algumas imagens...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwz4ooGlClI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GFk-n_4CVIQ/s72-c/vistoria+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-6685075069422574617</id><published>2007-10-09T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:47:42.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeando um pouco pela cidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwD34GlCfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/t2hpQKJzTRs/s1600-h/big+ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119471134901078514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwD34GlCfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/t2hpQKJzTRs/s400/big+ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O BIG BEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwDv4GlCeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/uxWPk5nUBmE/s1600-h/big+ben+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119470997462125026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwDv4GlCeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/uxWPk5nUBmE/s400/big+ben+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwDhoGlCdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8mhsPFU6lxI/s1600-h/eu+e+polli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119470752648989138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwDhoGlCdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8mhsPFU6lxI/s400/eu+e+polli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e Polliana em frente a Abadia de Westmingtor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwDMIGlCcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ucrpxkp98Xw/s1600-h/abadia+de+westmingtor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119470383281801666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwDMIGlCcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ucrpxkp98Xw/s400/abadia+de+westmingtor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abadia de Westmingtor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCvYGlCaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/m1fTlIjHtiI/s1600-h/outro+detalhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119469889360562594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCvYGlCaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/m1fTlIjHtiI/s400/outro+detalhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Detalhe da entrada da Abadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCdoGlCZI/AAAAAAAAANs/r71su8TEpFg/s1600-h/detalhe+abadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119469584417884562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCdoGlCZI/AAAAAAAAANs/r71su8TEpFg/s400/detalhe+abadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outro detalhe da Abadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCTIGlCYI/AAAAAAAAANk/tpCohokNMGg/s1600-h/dentro+da+abadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119469404029258114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCTIGlCYI/AAAAAAAAANk/tpCohokNMGg/s400/dentro+da+abadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Explicação: A foto está distorcida e torta porque não é permitido, ou seja, PROIBIDO fazer foto dentro da Abadia... eu como sou teimosa tirei de leve a câmera do bolso e fiz uma fotinho sem flash, é claro!!! Essa era a parte aberta ao público da Abadia... aí foram enterrados príncipes, princesas, reis, etc, além de ser palco de muitos casamentos importantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCJ4GlCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/HKlVgp5bgT4/s1600-h/detalhe+da+l%C3%A2mpada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119469245115468146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwCJ4GlCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/HKlVgp5bgT4/s400/detalhe+da+l%C3%A2mpada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Detalhe da luminária no lugar onde é o "exército" (não é bem esse o nome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwB94GlCWI/AAAAAAAAANU/odLgrvu0ImI/s1600-h/vistoria+da+guarda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119469038957037922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwB94GlCWI/AAAAAAAAANU/odLgrvu0ImI/s400/vistoria+da+guarda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vistoria da guarda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwBpIGlCVI/AAAAAAAAANM/FSwD4xdlx5Y/s1600-h/vistoria+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119468682474752338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwBpIGlCVI/AAAAAAAAANM/FSwD4xdlx5Y/s400/vistoria+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vistoria da Guarda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesses dias eu não escrevi porque estava absorta por um livro, o qual eu mencionei anteriormente. Tive que dar uma pausa, mas é um livro que você lê sem parar. Bom, domingo fiz mais uma incursão por Londres, fui ver o Big Ben, Parlamento, Abadia de Westmingtor, uma vistoria de guarda que me fez sentir no século XVIII, entre outros pontos históricos. Por motivos maiores, a visita foi rápida, motivo pelo qual farei outras fotos desses mesmos pontos (só não ver a vistoria da guarda que é muiiiiitttooo demorado - dizem queos guardas ficam até quatro horas na mesma posição sem se mecher!!!). Bom, estou pondo as fotos por etapas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-6685075069422574617?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6685075069422574617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=6685075069422574617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6685075069422574617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6685075069422574617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-big-ben-big-ben-eu-e-polliana-em.html' title='Passeando um pouco pela cidade...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwwD34GlCfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/t2hpQKJzTRs/s72-c/big+ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2763132315103158064</id><published>2007-10-06T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:44:43.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felling good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwf-1oGlCUI/AAAAAAAAANE/y_ct919fsW4/s1600-h/eu+de+perto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118339698781391170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwf-1oGlCUI/AAAAAAAAANE/y_ct919fsW4/s400/eu+de+perto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Birds flying high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breeze driftin' on by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fish in the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;River running free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blossom on a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep in peace when day is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this old world is a new world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a bold world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars when you shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scent of the pine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh freedom is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm feeling good"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Michael Bublé - Felling good)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, acho que essa música retrata um pouco do meu estado de espírito no dia de hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obs: espero que alguém perceba algo de diferente na foto e comente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-2763132315103158064?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2763132315103158064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2763132315103158064' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2763132315103158064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2763132315103158064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/felling-good.html' title='Felling good'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rwf-1oGlCUI/AAAAAAAAANE/y_ct919fsW4/s72-c/eu+de+perto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-7202930853888518291</id><published>2007-10-04T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:24:55.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia de sol....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmz4GlCSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eVtNtRm9rRM/s1600-h/remo+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117609592995776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmz4GlCSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eVtNtRm9rRM/s400/remo+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remo no rio Thames... principalmente o pessoal das escolas e universidades que praticam esse esporte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmWoGlCRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/B5eSmh7PnDk/s1600-h/reno+no+rio+Thames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117609090484603154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmWoGlCRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/B5eSmh7PnDk/s400/reno+no+rio+Thames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmIYGlCQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1jlwF50wi1c/s1600-h/ponte+completa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117608845671467266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmIYGlCQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1jlwF50wi1c/s400/ponte+completa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vista de uma das pontes sobre o rio Thames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmAoGlCPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nss5GQicx4Q/s1600-h/eu+perto+do+rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117608712527481074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmAoGlCPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nss5GQicx4Q/s400/eu+perto+do+rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVl34GlCOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CgijH5hKaTM/s1600-h/detalhe+da+ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117608562203625698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVl34GlCOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CgijH5hKaTM/s400/detalhe+da+ponte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Detalhe da ponte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVj2YGlCMI/AAAAAAAAAME/eLwJxF0t-M4/s1600-h/eu+e+a+ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117606337410566338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVj2YGlCMI/AAAAAAAAAME/eLwJxF0t-M4/s400/eu+e+a+ponte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu e a ponte...eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVjj4GlCLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ESQS-Rp1FGM/s1600-h/ceu+cortado+por+avioes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117606019582986418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVjj4GlCLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ESQS-Rp1FGM/s400/ceu+cortado+por+avioes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um pequeno parque em frente ao Thames... e acima aviões cortando o céu da cidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVjFoGlCKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/duMbSQnGPyY/s1600-h/homem+no+parque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117605499891943586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVjFoGlCKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/duMbSQnGPyY/s400/homem+no+parque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moço distraído em frente ao rio Thames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVi24GlCJI/AAAAAAAAALs/kNrFtS8HgG8/s1600-h/yaling+e+polliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117605246488873106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVi24GlCJI/AAAAAAAAALs/kNrFtS8HgG8/s400/yaling+e+polliana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yaling e Polliana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwViS4GlCII/AAAAAAAAALk/3rm12xhxxVY/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117604628013582466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwViS4GlCII/AAAAAAAAALk/3rm12xhxxVY/s400/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVX0YGlCGI/AAAAAAAAALU/2UaPmbWU_X4/s1600-h/martha,+polliana+e+Yaling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117593108911294562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVX0YGlCGI/AAAAAAAAALU/2UaPmbWU_X4/s400/martha,+polliana+e+Yaling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu, Polliana e Yaling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje fez sol em Londres... o que agora (outono) está sendo algo muito muito raro.... nunca senti tanta alegria em ver o sol. Pude até andar só com uma blusa!!! Fiz fotos do Rio Thames e das minhas novas duas amiguinhas (Polliana-ela é brasileira e Yaling-from Taiwan)... uma dia muito bonito, vocês podem ver... Quando o sol sorri para você, você deve aproveitar e sorrir para ele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-7202930853888518291?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7202930853888518291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=7202930853888518291' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7202930853888518291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7202930853888518291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-dia-de-sol.html' title='Um dia de sol....'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwVmz4GlCSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eVtNtRm9rRM/s72-c/remo+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-510141956181829838</id><published>2007-10-02T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:08:03.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um livro e muita imaginação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwKlCrSzvsI/AAAAAAAAALM/HCQDQbPSCnY/s1600-h/a+menina+q+roubava+livros.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116833592046239426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwKlCrSzvsI/AAAAAAAAALM/HCQDQbPSCnY/s400/a+menina+q+roubava+livros.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um livro me foi dado no meu último aniversário e eu trouxe comigo para essa longa viagem (eu também ganhei outro, mas ainda não comecei a lê-lo, um de cada vez). Desde a primeira vez que eu vi, na livraria, o livro me encantou: não só pela belíssima capa que mostra a morte em seu traje vermelho com um guarda-chuva vermelho em um caminha em meio a neve, como também o título “a menina que roubava livros”. Ainda não terminei o livro, mas posso dizer que é uma obra a ser devorada ao mesmo tempo calmamente e verozmente. Quando se começa, não quer mais parar... pelo menos para mim. Uma das coisas que até agora mais me encantou foi a morte descrevendo como ela vê as cores... depois de começar a ler, juro que comecei a prestar mais atenção nas cores. São tantas variações de uma mesma cor que nunca daremos nomes a todas elas. Hoje especialmente prestei atenção no verde, pois aqui estamos no outono... há verde escuro, verde médio, verde claro e suas variações, verde acinzentado, verde oliva, verde vivo, verde lodo, entre outras. Continuarei o comentário sobre esse livro a medida que eu for lendo e espero comentários de quem o leu...&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/3966593211593117879-510141956181829838?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/510141956181829838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=510141956181829838' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/510141956181829838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/510141956181829838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-livro-e-muita-imaginao.html' title='Um livro e muita imaginação...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwKlCrSzvsI/AAAAAAAAALM/HCQDQbPSCnY/s72-c/a+menina+q+roubava+livros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-8328496778393225902</id><published>2007-10-01T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:54:20.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a rainning day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwFq97SzvrI/AAAAAAAAALE/FFCgzS9JZ54/s1600-h/dentro+do+%C3%B4nibus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116488263790739122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwFq97SzvrI/AAAAAAAAALE/FFCgzS9JZ54/s400/dentro+do+%C3%B4nibus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dentro do ônibus em um dia de chuva....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwFq4bSzvqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eEZaf2TsFwI/s1600-h/pingos+janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116488169301458594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwFq4bSzvqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eEZaf2TsFwI/s400/pingos+janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pingos vistos da janela do bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116487877243682450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwFqnbSzvpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QHqneVzhioA/s400/pessoa+com+guarda-chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Pessoa andando com guarda-chuva na ponte sobre o rio Tames (dá para ver que ele hj não estava muito cheio)... &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje o clima estava especialmente chuvoso... choveu a manhã e a tarde quase toda (vamos ver de noite)...depois do almoço, direto para casa! Não dá vontade de passear com chuva, porque o vento as vezes impossibilita que você ande com o guarda-chuva. Dentro do ônibus vi uma briga homérica entre um homem e seu guarda-chuva que teimava em virar ao contrário por causa do vento.&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto, quando eu cheguei aqui pensei que as pessoas eram frias como o tempo, mas descobri que não. Começando pelos donos da casa em que eu estou, são dois amores de pessoas. Na rua, o povo é educado, pedi com licença, essas coisas... mas nem sempre as pessoas estão de bom humor. Semana passada, eu pegava costumeiramente meu ônibus para a escola e o ônibus estava muito cheio. Aqui não é como no Brasil, que o motorista pára sempre que alguém pede e vai entulhando gente por cima de gente. E nesse dia, em uma das paradas, o motorista disse que apenas três podiam entrar e uma senhora, que era a quarta, cismou de entrar no ônibus. Então o motorista se estressou, perguntou se ela não tinha ouvido, e que ela tinha que descer. Ela tentou se explicar, disse que não podia perder o ônibus porque ia chegar tarde ao trabalho, coisas e tal. O motorista desligou o ônibus e disse que só ia voltar a andar quando ela descesse. Foi-se aí uns 10 min, com o povo do ônibus dizendo para a senhora descer até que ela saiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-8328496778393225902?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8328496778393225902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=8328496778393225902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8328496778393225902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8328496778393225902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-rainning-day.html' title='Today is a rainning day...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RwFq97SzvrI/AAAAAAAAALE/FFCgzS9JZ54/s72-c/dentro+do+%C3%B4nibus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-5045101138023895529</id><published>2007-09-30T14:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:12:54.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais fotos de ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_XnbSzvmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9vNjeUhBTKE/s1600-h/est%C3%A1tua+liom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116044774057688674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_XnbSzvmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9vNjeUhBTKE/s400/est%C3%A1tua+liom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa estátua estava na frente de uma casa, na entrada do portão....(o povo ainda é meio antigo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_XVLSzvlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yno6IyVH-78/s1600-h/pato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116044460525076050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_XVLSzvlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yno6IyVH-78/s400/pato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patinho no lago em Richmond Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_XJLSzvkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U4ZRqimdjI8/s1600-h/vead%C3%A3o+gritando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116044254366645826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_XJLSzvkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U4ZRqimdjI8/s400/vead%C3%A3o+gritando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O veado "gritando", urrando, sei lá que é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_WpbSzvjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GuxKUoXj0zs/s1600-h/cisne+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116043708905799218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_WpbSzvjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GuxKUoXj0zs/s400/cisne+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma família estava "brincando" com o ganso, que não foi muito simpático...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3966593211593117879-5045101138023895529?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5045101138023895529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=5045101138023895529' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/5045101138023895529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/5045101138023895529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-fotos-de-ontem.html' title='Mais fotos de ontem...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv_XnbSzvmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9vNjeUhBTKE/s72-c/est%C3%A1tua+liom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3535975824992691980</id><published>2007-09-30T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:00:14.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim como são as coisas, são as criaturas</title><content type='html'>Bom, tinha esquecido o que tinha me acontecido no avião quando vinha para Londres... no vôo de Fortaleza para Lisboa conheci uma moça, acho q devia ter uns 25 anos, que estava indo encontrar com o namorado holandês... depois de algumas horas, ela começou a me contar sobre a vida dela... e ela me disse q estava indo para Amsterdã encontrar o namorado que a tinha pedido em casamento. Ela podia passar apenas 3 meses lá e tinha que voltar ao Brasil. Para morar lá, ela tinha que fazer uma difícil prova pra provar que sabia a língua. Bom, o que me deixou intrigada é porque ela me confidenciou que não sabia se casava porque tinha encontrado outra pessoa em Fortaleza (onde ela mora) quando estava separada do atual boyfriend e que gostava mt dele... Eu escrevi isso tudo para deixar uma pergunta: será que vale a pena ela se casar com um, mudar de vida, de país, etc e tal mesmo gostando do outro??? Qual será a escolha certa?? Ou será que não existe a escolha certa, apenas a escolha.... Engraçado que em menos de 6 hs eu já sabia a história de vida dela todinha... tem pessoas que são assim, muito abertas ao diálogo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3535975824992691980?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3535975824992691980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3535975824992691980' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3535975824992691980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3535975824992691980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/assim-como-so-as-coisas-so-as-criaturas.html' title='Assim como são as coisas, são as criaturas'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3353983891536670183</id><published>2007-09-29T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:01:23.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parque Richmond...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7mLbSzviI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yut-Mbxczp8/s1600-h/cisne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115779310719057442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7mLbSzviI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yut-Mbxczp8/s400/cisne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7l9LSzvhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zzRvmuFX2CE/s1600-h/parque+com+lago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115779065905921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7l9LSzvhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zzRvmuFX2CE/s400/parque+com+lago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7lz7SzvgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/18bfkYzbYt0/s1600-h/placa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115778906992131586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7lz7SzvgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/18bfkYzbYt0/s400/placa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7lpLSzvfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/t16XYSlhvhM/s1600-h/veados+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115778722308537842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7lpLSzvfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/t16XYSlhvhM/s400/veados+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7kArSzvdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/84BMtMiOtZ0/s1600-h/vead%C3%A3o+acasalando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115776927012208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7kArSzvdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/84BMtMiOtZ0/s400/vead%C3%A3o+acasalando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7i-LSzvbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hwadwdqjpeI/s1600-h/veadao+perto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115775784550907314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7i-LSzvbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hwadwdqjpeI/s400/veadao+perto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7i0bSzvaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pVDA5pVKQ2g/s1600-h/vead%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115775617047182754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7i0bSzvaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pVDA5pVKQ2g/s400/vead%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7ij7SzvZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZQFcKchVmps/s1600-h/por+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115775333579341202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7ij7SzvZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZQFcKchVmps/s400/por+do+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7gGLSzvXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/M4TWmik76X4/s1600-h/eu+com+a+%C3%A1rvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115772623454977394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7gGLSzvXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/M4TWmik76X4/s400/eu+com+a+%C3%A1rvore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7fgLSzvWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jXhiaWpn1-o/s1600-h/eu+no+parque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115771970619948386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7fgLSzvWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jXhiaWpn1-o/s400/eu+no+parque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Fotos by Martha Carvalho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diário de Viagem II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi um dia atípico para mim. Minhas intenções eram ir a Hammersmith conhecer esse pedacinho de Londres, pois todos os dias eu tenho que descer nesse bairro para mudar de ônibus, mas nunca andei por lá. Porém, quando sai de casa, os donos me falaram de um parque perto daqui, o Richmond Park, e resolvi dar uma passada por lá. Depois de andar uns 15 min., cheguei ao parque: muitos e muitos quilômetros de verde, com direito a laguinho, rio e floresta.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a andar, andar e me encantar com o lugar. Além de transmitir muita calma e paz, o lugar é de encher os olhos. Especialmente hoje, que São Pedro deu uma trégua e não estava chovendo nem fazendo tanto frio. Passeando, encontrei animais que eu nunca tinha visto antes, apenas em filme: veados ou o “bambi”! São realmente animais muito bonitos de se ver, porém também muito arredios. Tentei me aproximar muitas vezes para conseguir fazer uma foto que ficasse boa, mas eles sempre se afastavam. Depois de muito tentar, eu pensei: “será que eles são perigosos?”. Mas já era tarde. Eu tinha gostado tanto de me aproximar que me afastar agora era um retrocesso. Continuei andando e dei de cara com um veado bem grande, com aqueles imensos chifres. Eu não era a única a estar fazendo foto, mas eu percebi que era a única a me aproximar mais e mais. Então não foi o susto que eu tomei: estava abaixadinha tirando fotos e o “grandão” começou a andar para um lado e para o outro e de repente veio para cima de mim. Eu não sabia se corria ou continuava a fazer fotos, então eu continuei parada fazendo fotos. Para minha sorte, ele desviou o caminho e continuou calmamente a urrar (não sei se é isso que eles fazem) e se mostrar para todos os visitantes. Mas o meu coração estava a mil por hora depois de um quase encontro com esse ‘pequeno’ animalzinho.&lt;br /&gt;Aí estão algumas fotos que eu fiz do mundo animal...eheh. Depois de muito fotografar, eu sai do parque, porém, pela saída errada. Eu não sabia que o parque tinha mais de uma saída e entrada e por isso saí por outra totalmente diferente. Eu estou morando em East Sheen, mas eu fui parar em Richmond. Traduzindo: me perdi! Então, depois de andar um bocado, eu encontrei uma senhora que me disse para onde ir e que ônibus pegar, pois estava um pouco longe de casa. Ela também me deu o número de seu telefone celular e disse que quando eu quiser conhecer o bairro, bastava ligar para ela.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, aí vão as fotos, todas feitas por "mi"(inclusive as que eu apareço...eheh... o timer é tão eficiente)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3353983891536670183?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3353983891536670183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3353983891536670183' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3353983891536670183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3353983891536670183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/parque-richmond.html' title='Parque Richmond...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv7mLbSzviI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yut-Mbxczp8/s72-c/cisne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-7204769075969901117</id><published>2007-09-28T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:22:32.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitinha vermelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv1-irSzvRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cEMRNl2blIw/s1600-h/fita+vermelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115383885965016338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv1-irSzvRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cEMRNl2blIw/s400/fita+vermelha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fitinha vermelha para afastar o mau olhado... claro que aqui as pessoas não acreditam nisso, mas coincidentemente o que segura as cortinas é uma fitinha vermelha... por que não?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-7204769075969901117?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7204769075969901117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=7204769075969901117' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7204769075969901117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7204769075969901117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/fitinha-vermelha.html' title='Fitinha vermelha'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv1-irSzvRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cEMRNl2blIw/s72-c/fita+vermelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-9130998583462928722</id><published>2007-09-28T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:20:08.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Instável...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv19w7SzvQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7APOmENeqPo/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115383031266524418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv19w7SzvQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7APOmENeqPo/s400/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora eu entendo porque as pessoas dizem que Londres as vezes é depressiva. Não é porque o céu é cinza, porque as vezes ele está azulzinho. Mas penso que seja porque o clima instável impossibilita ou dificulta que as pessoas saiam de casa. A qualquer momento pode chover aqui. Pode estar o maior solzão agora e daqui a 10min chover horrores. Tem dias que é muito frio, mesmo sem chover e há dias em que não está muito frio mesmo chovendo muito. Além disso, aqui venta muito. Acho que essa instabilidade reflete na personalidade das pessoas. Realmente, o clima pode mudar o humor de uma pessoa completamente. No frio, quando estamos na rua, só pensamos em voltar para casa porque está quentinho. Esse meio que isolamento faz com que as pessoas, algumas, fiquem depressivas. Bom, não vou tecer teorias sobre o temperamento das pessoas, como o clima influencia, essas coisas e tal. É apenas a minha primeira impressão daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-9130998583462928722?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9130998583462928722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=9130998583462928722' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/9130998583462928722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/9130998583462928722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/instvel.html' title='Instável...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv19w7SzvQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7APOmENeqPo/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-6826833512551766723</id><published>2007-09-28T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:42:42.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui está o esquilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv11P7SzvPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SXH9dOTGYM0/s1600-h/esquiloI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115373668237819122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv11P7SzvPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SXH9dOTGYM0/s400/esquiloI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe... o esquilo que eu disse outrora não está em nenhuma foto porque ela não anexou!!!!! Então aqui está a foto do esquilo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-6826833512551766723?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6826833512551766723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=6826833512551766723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6826833512551766723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/6826833512551766723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/aqui-est-o-esquilo.html' title='Aqui está o esquilo'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rv11P7SzvPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SXH9dOTGYM0/s72-c/esquiloI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3034901500800345291</id><published>2007-09-27T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:44:13.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parques privados, Igrejas Góticas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw-1bSzvOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/c0G5ZKpPL70/s1600-h/trilhos+do+trem+e+casas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115032364366675170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw-1bSzvOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/c0G5ZKpPL70/s400/trilhos+do+trem+e+casas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw-cLSzvNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TdEHfQMiZU4/s1600-h/casas+iguais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115031930574978258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw-cLSzvNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TdEHfQMiZU4/s400/casas+iguais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw91LSzvMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FUNb0nk1Azg/s1600-h/parque+reservado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115031260560080066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw91LSzvMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FUNb0nk1Azg/s400/parque+reservado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw9JrSzvLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/peB1QFhy1ZM/s1600-h/correio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115030513235770546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw9JrSzvLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/peB1QFhy1ZM/s400/correio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw81bSzvKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GqaF2nV-mGc/s1600-h/church+gotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115030165343419554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw81bSzvKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GqaF2nV-mGc/s400/church+gotic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw5_rSzvJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5KJArKShgy4/s1600-h/cidade+em+desenvolvimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115027042902195346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw5_rSzvJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5KJArKShgy4/s400/cidade+em+desenvolvimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas são algumas imagens que fiz hoje...primeiro mostro como as casas aqui tb ficam perto dos trilhos do trem... não sei como as pessoas dormem, porque passa trem toda hora. A segunda foto mostra como são as construções daqui: as casas são muito parecidas... algumas tem dois, três ou quatro andares, quase sempre coladas umas nas outras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A terceira foto mostra um parque mt bonito, mas PRIVADO, ou seja, vc paga para entrar e passar duas ou três horas! A outra mostra o lugar onde o pessoal coloca as cartas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois vem uma Igrela no estilo gótico e a última demonstra como a cidade cresce em ritmo acelerado, pois tm muito gindastres e obras sendo feitas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3034901500800345291?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3034901500800345291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3034901500800345291' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3034901500800345291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3034901500800345291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/parques-privados-igrejas-gticas.html' title='Parques privados, Igrejas Góticas...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvw-1bSzvOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/c0G5ZKpPL70/s72-c/trilhos+do+trem+e+casas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-1658168749264247859</id><published>2007-09-26T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:01:14.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom ator...</title><content type='html'>Boa noite, boa tarde, bom dia... eita que esse fuso horário me encrenca mesmo! Quando quero falar com o povo aí no Brasil é difícil porque estou quatro horas na frente. Ou seja, de noite, quado as pessoas estão na net, aqui é de madrugada! Bom, hoje eu vou contar uma história... tive que ir para a polícia hj me registrar, porque meu visto requeria isso. Bom, era do outro lado da cidade para mim, então Mr Russel, o senhor onde eu estou hospedada, prontificou-se em me levar... chegando lá, a fila estava "close" (fechada). Então, como ele é um senhor de idade, passou na frente de todo mundo, fingiu ser uma pessoa doente que não podia esperar e me fez passar na frente... enquanto as pessoas demoravam até 4 horas, eu esperei quase uma hora!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã eu coloco fotos aqui.... Bjos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-1658168749264247859?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1658168749264247859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=1658168749264247859' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1658168749264247859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1658168749264247859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/bom-ator.html' title='Bom ator...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-1946282327049047388</id><published>2007-09-25T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:03:44.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitas de hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvmEr7SzvGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1dO0FYCO168/s1600-h/uisque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114264742041730146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvmEr7SzvGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1dO0FYCO168/s400/uisque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvmEdrSzvFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A-0qwHWbcUc/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114264497228594258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvmEdrSzvFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A-0qwHWbcUc/s400/DSC03283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvmEObSzvEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7Ds_bHTM4k8/s1600-h/eu+janela+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114264235235589186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvmEObSzvEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7Ds_bHTM4k8/s400/eu+janela+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Para quem gosta de uisque, aqui vai uma foto da tentação... os preços estão bem acessíveis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Hoje eu visitei o Shepherde's bush green market... um mercado ao ar livre...parecia que eu estava na India ou um país assim, pois quase todos os vendedores usavam turbante ou as mulheres um véu cobrindo a cabeça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Eu na janela de meu quarto sentindo o ventinho frio da tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-1946282327049047388?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1946282327049047388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=1946282327049047388' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1946282327049047388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1946282327049047388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/visitas-de-hoje.html' title='Visitas de hoje...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvmEr7SzvGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1dO0FYCO168/s72-c/uisque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-1020009267985372184</id><published>2007-09-25T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:55:26.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-1020009267985372184?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1020009267985372184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=1020009267985372184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1020009267985372184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1020009267985372184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-8546508355483010024</id><published>2007-09-24T17:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:53:34.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos do primeiro dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvgnt7SzvCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/S76nM6fGCaI/s1600-h/+escolaI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113881046843374626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvgnt7SzvCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/S76nM6fGCaI/s400/+escolaI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvgngbSzvBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VqyV0ESTln8/s1600-h/sinaisI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113880814915140626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvgngbSzvBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VqyV0ESTln8/s400/sinaisI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113880333878803458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvgnEbSzvAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/deSuu97r_1k/s400/parqueI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-King Street College&lt;br /&gt;2-Ruas cheias de sinais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-Parque em frente ao colégio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-Esquilo no parque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-8546508355483010024?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8546508355483010024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=8546508355483010024' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8546508355483010024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8546508355483010024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/fotos-do-primeiro-dia.html' title='Fotos do primeiro dia...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rvgnt7SzvCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/S76nM6fGCaI/s72-c/+escolaI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-8052622205656230158</id><published>2007-09-24T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:23:25.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na terra da rainha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvgccrSzu9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bPdNf3h5WrE/s1600-h/Now036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113868655862725586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvgccrSzu9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bPdNf3h5WrE/s400/Now036.jpg" width="434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (foto:Meu novo quarto!!!Não está muito boa porque fiz com meu celular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diário de Viagem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei...enfim estou na terra da rainha! O melhor de tudo é que a ansiedade que pairava sobre mim quando eu saía de Fortaleza para Lisboa se dissipou no vôo de Lisboa até Londres. A pior hora foi na fila da imigração: já pensou eu não conseguir passar?! Mas deu tudo certo! Não passei horas na fila, pelo contrário. O moço da imigração que me atendeu foi muito gentil e quase não fez perguntas. Depois de passar pelo menos 30 min esperando o meu “transfer”, ainda tivemos que buscar outro estudante.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, demorei quase uma hora para chegar na casa. Isso porque o transito de Londres é caótico. Muito carro e ruas que, de repente, passam de largas para estreitas. Estava tão cansada que quase não aproveitei a vista: dormi quase o tempo todo no carro! Chegando na casa, me esperavam um casal simpático, ela professora de piano e ele aposentado. Depois de comer deliciosos biscoitos com chá (o povo bebe muito chá aqui), fui para o quarto arrumar as coisas... depois de desarrumar a mala, apaguei na cama... fui acordar duas horas mais tarde para o jantar (aqui o povo janta mesmo), umas sete e meia, horário de Londres. Ah, o fuso horário é de 4 horas a mais para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vou contar uma quase gaf minha assim que sai do aeroporto: quando fui para o carro do transfer, fui me direcionando para a porta do lado direito, e para não fazê-lo de motorista, ia na frente... porém, esqueci que os carros aqui tem a direção no lado direito...ou seja, estava indo para o lado do motorista...tsi tsi!&lt;br /&gt;Na casa onde estou tem outra estudante, chamada Chicaco (não sei escrever o nome), made in Japan! Ela é bem simpática e vai ser minha guia nos primeiros dias. Bom, já passam das 22 h e não to com um pingo de sono... eita fuso horário cachorro! Amanhã é o primeiro dia de aula...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Primeiro dia de aula was good! O professor é um senhor inglês (eu acho) que fala mt alto, não tem cara de muitos amigos, mas você acaba gostando dele. A aula é boa...o prof. faz as pessoas interagirem bastante... ainda não dei aquela volta por aí porque, apesar de ainda ser outono, está frio...no meu primeiro dia peguei logo uma chuva que me fez sentir mais frio ainda, mas sobrevivi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-8052622205656230158?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8052622205656230158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=8052622205656230158' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8052622205656230158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8052622205656230158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/na-terra-da-rainha.html' title='Na terra da rainha...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvgccrSzu9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bPdNf3h5WrE/s72-c/Now036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-4959706100434322060</id><published>2007-09-21T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:33:14.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvM6x7Szu8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9yeUh1F5buk/s1600-h/relogio-tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112494631400225730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvM6x7Szu8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9yeUh1F5buk/s400/relogio-tempo.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horas, minutos, segundos, centéssimos de segundo...o tempo passou e aqui estou eu na véspera de uma viagem que há anos sonho...mas agora, aquela força, coragem, determinação, também dá lugar a um friozinho na barriga, ao medo de não se adaptar, não gostar da "host family", entre outras coisas...A despedida é sempre a coisa mais dolorosa: deixar a família (essa verdadeira), os amigos, os colegas, os inimigos, etc.... É o momento de lembranças, daquele dia em que você cabulou a aula com a turma para sair, ou daquela viagem maravilhosa, ou mesmo dos momentos difíceis... Porém, fica em cada uma dessas pessoas que permanecem em Teresina ou que estão espalhadas pelo Brasil ou mundo afora um pedacinho de mim para guardar de recordação....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-4959706100434322060?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4959706100434322060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=4959706100434322060' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4959706100434322060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4959706100434322060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/partida.html' title='Partida'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RvM6x7Szu8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9yeUh1F5buk/s72-c/relogio-tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-9059699919421479709</id><published>2007-09-13T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:28:32.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vergonha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem, dia 12 de setembro, uma das mais altas instituições da república brasileira, o Senado Federal, deu uma amostra de que é tão corrupto quanto a maioria dos membros que fazem parte da casa. Com 40 votos contra, 5 abstenções e 36 votos a favor da cassação do então presidente do Senado Renan Calheiros, este foi absolvido de seus pecados perante a respeitável casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imaginemos se essas cinco abstenções se convertessem em votos a favor: dariam 41 votos, os necessários para cassar um político que em nenhum momento conseguiu comprovar de onde vinha o direito para pagar a pensão de seu primogênito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outro ponto bastante controverso é a votação ser secreta. Por que nós, eleitores, não podemos ver em quem ou em que os políticos escolhidos por nós (tecnicamente) estão votando?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, esse 12 de setembro foi marcado por mais um dia de vergonha para a política nacional, manchando o Senado, que deveria ser uma instituição séria e representante do povo. Mas agora, a questão é: o que nós faremos em relação a isso??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-9059699919421479709?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9059699919421479709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=9059699919421479709' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/9059699919421479709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/9059699919421479709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-uma-vergonha.html' title='Mais uma vergonha....'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-4849837731237695168</id><published>2007-09-06T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:23:28.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RuBTVCT7ocI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EUCI-32M-lY/s1600-h/CAsa+Paty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107173598300971458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RuBTVCT7ocI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EUCI-32M-lY/s400/CAsa+Paty.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olhe esse conjunto... um arraso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Hj estou tirando cada coisa do baú...)&lt;br /&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/3966593211593117879-4849837731237695168?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4849837731237695168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=4849837731237695168' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4849837731237695168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4849837731237695168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/09/olhe-esse-conjunto.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RuBTVCT7ocI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EUCI-32M-lY/s72-c/CAsa+Paty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3031280018437648885</id><published>2007-08-31T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:59:55.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtiO5CT7obI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WMd7kBbnivE/s1600-h/--lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104987288148615602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="328" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtiO5CT7obI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WMd7kBbnivE/s400/--lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque é assim que hoje me sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3031280018437648885?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3031280018437648885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3031280018437648885' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3031280018437648885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3031280018437648885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/sinto.html' title='Sinto'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtiO5CT7obI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WMd7kBbnivE/s72-c/--lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-7528243401948657529</id><published>2007-08-31T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:02:46.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esses dias em que a vida é assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104971933640532386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtiA7ST7oaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XKjAH1wX0E4/s400/kurthalsey14.jpg" width="421" border="0" /&gt; (Desenho Kurt Halsey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Engraçada a nossa vida...Às vezes pessoas de quem menos esperávamos nos fazem ficar tristes ou ao menos desconsertadas. Muitas vezes não são as palavras em si, mas a forma como elas são ditas ou o contexto em que são usadas. E muitas vezes também essas pessoas não sabem o quanto machucaram a outra pessoa com isso. Seres humanos são por demais complicados... nos machucamos muito fácil, mas às vezes perdoamos fácil tb. E assim seguimos vivendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-7528243401948657529?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7528243401948657529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=7528243401948657529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7528243401948657529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/7528243401948657529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/engraada-nossa-vida.html' title='Esses dias em que a vida é assim...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtiA7ST7oaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XKjAH1wX0E4/s72-c/kurthalsey14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-8199858080173609076</id><published>2007-08-29T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:59:32.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtYH8CT7oYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1dnxpsC5tPI/s1600-h/kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104276071629169042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtYICyT7oZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DglOzobQefs/s400/girls+kurt.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Desenho Kurt Halsey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paixão destrói tudo o que toca... Por isso ela é ruim, desleal e infeliz. Não dá para arrancar do peito ou fazê-la tomar outro jeito, outro rumo, ir em outra direção. Parece ter vontade própria e segue para onde quer... É dona da situação e nos deixa frágeis, sem controle dos nossos sentimentos e pensamentos. Mas tem as boas paixões: pela vida, pelos filhos, pelos amigos, pela família. Essa não te tira do controle e te dá ótimas sensações. Enquanto a outra você fica a mercê de alguma esmola dada pelo destino...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-8199858080173609076?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8199858080173609076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=8199858080173609076' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8199858080173609076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8199858080173609076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/paixo.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtYICyT7oZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DglOzobQefs/s72-c/girls+kurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3719042058470511788</id><published>2007-08-28T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:51:05.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtSmoCT7oXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rqzVO29jEZY/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103887484463063410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtSmoCT7oXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rqzVO29jEZY/s400/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Eu procuro um amor que eu ainda não encontrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diferente de todos que eu amei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos seus olhos quero descobrir uma razão para viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E as feridas dessa vida eu quero esquecer..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Segredos - Frejat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3719042058470511788?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3719042058470511788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3719042058470511788' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3719042058470511788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3719042058470511788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtSmoCT7oXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rqzVO29jEZY/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2401519935867384130</id><published>2007-08-28T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:47:11.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As pedras no caminho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtRB1iT7oWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ltTkRN2CgWQ/s1600-h/Viagem+S%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103776665716892002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="418" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtRB1iT7oWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ltTkRN2CgWQ/s400/Viagem+S%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+163.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto: Reviver - São Luís (MA) - feita por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As pedras no caminho servem para que se aprenda a superar as dificuldades e mostrar novas possibilidades que não teriam sido vistas anteriormente. Nem sempre elas são encaradas de forma positiva, mas podem ser utilizadas para construir o futuro. As pedras podem assumir várias cores e formas, representar vários objetos e sentimentos...podem ser pequeninas ou imensas, apertar com força o coração ou conviver com os pensamentos. Mas elas somem, cedo ou tarde, só depende do tempo e da nossa boa vontade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-2401519935867384130?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2401519935867384130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2401519935867384130' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2401519935867384130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2401519935867384130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-pedras-no-caminho.html' title='As pedras no caminho...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RtRB1iT7oWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ltTkRN2CgWQ/s72-c/Viagem+S%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-4308080516255855049</id><published>2007-08-24T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:13:24.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um vilarejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs9TwyT7oVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/awnd69ybNMM/s1600-h/Viagem+S%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102389000438260050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs9TwyT7oVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/awnd69ybNMM/s400/Viagem+S%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto: São José do Ribamar - MA (Martha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um vilarejo ali&lt;br /&gt;Onde areja um vento bom&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda, quem descansa&lt;br /&gt;Vê o horizonte deitar no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra acalmar o coração&lt;br /&gt;Lá o mundo tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Terra de heróis, lares de mãe&lt;br /&gt;Paraiso se mudou para lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cima das casas, cal&lt;br /&gt;Frutos em qualquer quintal&lt;br /&gt;Peitos fartos, filhos fortes&lt;br /&gt;Sonho semeando o mundo real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda gente cabe lá&lt;br /&gt;Palestina, Shangri-lá&lt;br /&gt;Vem andar e voa&lt;br /&gt;Vem andar e voa&lt;br /&gt;Vem andar e voa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá o tempo espera&lt;br /&gt;Lá é primavera&lt;br /&gt;Portas e janelas ficam sempre abertas&lt;br /&gt;Pra sorte entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as mesas, pão&lt;br /&gt;Flores enfeitando&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos, os vestidos, os destinos&lt;br /&gt;E essa canção&lt;br /&gt;Tem um verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;Para quando você for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vilarejo -Marisa Monte)&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/3966593211593117879-4308080516255855049?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4308080516255855049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=4308080516255855049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4308080516255855049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4308080516255855049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-vilarejo.html' title='Um vilarejo...'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs9TwyT7oVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/awnd69ybNMM/s72-c/Viagem+S%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-508709019077365178</id><published>2007-08-23T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T13:33:38.125-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azar ou falta de sorte?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs22pyT7oUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/erVz4Y4fw6U/s1600-h/reza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101934781876904258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs22pyT7oUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/erVz4Y4fw6U/s400/reza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que fazer quando nada parece dar certo, quando o mundo está caindo na sua cabeça ou quando todas as coisas que você planejou dão errado?? Os mais católicos diriam para rezar, benzer-se, buscar a Deus. Os que não acreditam Nele diriam para ficar dentro de casa, ler um livro ou assistir TV para esquecer. Mas será que algumas dessas receitas funciona?? Depois de quase ser atropelada, os Correios paralisarem no dia em que você precisa mandar uma correspondência importante, baterem no seu carro, enfiar a roda do carro da irmã em um buraco, não conseguir pegar um material prometido depois de esperar algum tempo, entre outras coisas, começo a acreditar tem algo de errado nessa história. Será que é azar?? Ou apenas momentos ruins passageiros? Segundo o dicionário, azar é infelicidade, um acontecimento inesperado e ruim. Tem gente que não gosta nem de pronunciar esse nome por medo de atrair a má sorte. Mas será que o azar existe mesmo?? Bom, isso eu ainda não descobri e espero não experimentar. Prefiro encarar esses acontecimentos ruins como uma passagem para algo bom que está por vir... E espero que seja algo muito bom mesmo!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs22UyT7oTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6HZMf24PzWk/s1600-h/mare_de_azar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101934421099651378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs22UyT7oTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6HZMf24PzWk/s400/mare_de_azar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-508709019077365178?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/508709019077365178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=508709019077365178' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/508709019077365178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/508709019077365178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/azar-ou-falta-de-sorte.html' title='Azar ou falta de sorte?'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rs22pyT7oUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/erVz4Y4fw6U/s72-c/reza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-4908225619415733431</id><published>2007-08-21T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:10:15.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Sorte/Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsspPCT7oQI/AAAAAAAAADk/n85hvxr0R5k/s1600-h/kurt-halsey+beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101216341222465794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsspPCT7oQI/AAAAAAAAADk/n85hvxr0R5k/s400/kurt-halsey+beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Desenho Kurt Halsey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São só palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mudará &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pesado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irreais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expectativas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desleais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It over, Good luck &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s only words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what l feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won’t change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É demais / It too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pesado/ It’s heavy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irreais / Isn’t real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expectativas / Expectations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desleais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo, se segure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o aconselha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who poisoned you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See through this point of view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many special people in the world in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É demais / It too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pesado / It's heavy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irreais/ Isn't real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expectativas / Expectations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desleais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now were Falling into the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Vanessa da Mata e Ben Harper)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-4908225619415733431?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4908225619415733431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=4908225619415733431' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4908225619415733431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4908225619415733431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/boa-sortegood-luck.html' title='Boa Sorte/Good Luck'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsspPCT7oQI/AAAAAAAAADk/n85hvxr0R5k/s72-c/kurt-halsey+beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-8326823269345855693</id><published>2007-08-21T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:33:41.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RssAJyT7oNI/AAAAAAAAADM/XWJ_POjfzic/s1600-h/DSC02777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101171171051413714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RssAJyT7oNI/AAAAAAAAADM/XWJ_POjfzic/s400/DSC02777.JPG" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Amizade sincera é um santo remédio&lt;br /&gt;É um abrigo seguroÉ natural da amizade&lt;br /&gt;O abraço, o aperto de mão, o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se for preciso&lt;br /&gt;Conte comigo, amigo disponha&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se sempre que mesmo modesta&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa será sempre sua&lt;br /&gt;Amigo&lt;br /&gt;Os verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;Do peito, de fé&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores amigos&lt;br /&gt;Não trazem dentro da boca&lt;br /&gt;Palavras fingidas ou falsas históriasSabem entender o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E manter a presença mesmo quando ausentes&lt;br /&gt;Por isso mesmo apesar de tão raro&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada melhor do que um grande  amigo...amigo... amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se for preciso&lt;br /&gt;Conte comigo, amigo disponha&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se sempre que mesmo modesta&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa será sempre sua.... amigo&lt;br /&gt;Amizade sincera é um santo remédio&lt;br /&gt;É um abrigo seguroÉ natural da amizade&lt;br /&gt;O abraço, o aperto de mão, o sorrisoPor isso se for preciso&lt;br /&gt;Conte comigo, amigo disponha&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se sempre que mesmo modesta&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa será sempre sua&lt;br /&gt;Amigo&lt;br /&gt;Os verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;Do peito, de fé&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores amigos&lt;br /&gt;Não trazem dentro da boca&lt;br /&gt;Palavras fingidas ou falsas históriasSabem entender o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E manter a presença mesmo quando ausentes&lt;br /&gt;Por isso mesmo apesar de tão raro&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada melhor do que um grande  amigo...amigo... amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se for preciso&lt;br /&gt;Conte comigo, amigo disponha&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se sempre que mesmo modesta&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa será sempre sua.... amigo&lt;br /&gt;(Amizade Sincera - Renato Teixeira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é um pouco melosa mas bem bonitinha...ehehe...aos meus amigos: Eu amo vcs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-8326823269345855693?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8326823269345855693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=8326823269345855693' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8326823269345855693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/8326823269345855693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RssAJyT7oNI/AAAAAAAAADM/XWJ_POjfzic/s72-c/DSC02777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-1606483024789395864</id><published>2007-08-20T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:28:26.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rsn3aCT7oLI/AAAAAAAAADA/GXZNyE6w8Xw/s1600-h/%C3%A1rvore+em+Panaquatira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100880079642927282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rsn3aCT7oLI/AAAAAAAAADA/GXZNyE6w8Xw/s400/%C3%A1rvore+em+Panaquatira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; foto: Martha Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deparei-me com uma imagem que parecia ter saído de um filme ou de um sonho. Numa praia chamada Panaquatira, perto da cidade de São José do Ribamar, no Estado do Maranhão, nasceu aquela visão em meio a pedras e água salgada. Como algo sobreviveria a tais condições adversas?? Várias coisas sobrevivem mesmo que tudo conspire para que elas morram, mas elas insistem em continuar vivas (isso vale para objetos, sentimentos, etc). Aquela linda visão verde me fez pensar nisso. Talvez ela esteja lá por um propósito: ensinar que se pode crescer mesmo que não se tenha nada que ajude, apenas por força de vontade. Ou talvez seja mais um fenômeno da natureza que encontramos por aí. Quem sabe??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-1606483024789395864?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1606483024789395864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=1606483024789395864' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1606483024789395864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/1606483024789395864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/rvore.html' title='Árvore'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/Rsn3aCT7oLI/AAAAAAAAADA/GXZNyE6w8Xw/s72-c/%C3%A1rvore+em+Panaquatira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-2887343843538295216</id><published>2007-08-17T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:09:13.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejossss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsWrVyT7oKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IHMsRoTcsNQ/s1600-h/kurthalsey.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099670543837929634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsWrVyT7oKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IHMsRoTcsNQ/s400/kurthalsey.gif" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Desenho Kurt Halsey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desejo, palavra usada quando queremos muito uma determinada coisa. Desejamos coisas, pessoas, lugares, situações do presente e do passado. O desejo pode ser algo puro ou impregnado de muita "malidescência", mas continua sendo desejo. Os desejos variam com o passar do tempo, das ocasiões, da vida. Quando criança desejamos brinquedos, um passeio na praça, um passeio de bicicleta. Crescemos e os desejos começam a se transformar: um carro (ou uma moto), um bom emprego fazendo o que se gosta, uma casa (ou apto), um grande amor. Tudo o que desejamos um dia se torna realidade, cedo ou tarde. As vezes não percebemos que um desejo se realizou porque ele se não é exatamente como imaginariamos que fosse, mas ele aconteceu. Por isso, cuidado com o que desejas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-2887343843538295216?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2887343843538295216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=2887343843538295216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2887343843538295216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/2887343843538295216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/desejossss.html' title='Desejossss'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsWrVyT7oKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IHMsRoTcsNQ/s72-c/kurthalsey.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-4107762877375484105</id><published>2007-08-15T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:45:52.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsOeBCT7oJI/AAAAAAAAACw/hv0X57Lh1sQ/s1600-h/BOCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099092943751061650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsOeBCT7oJI/AAAAAAAAACw/hv0X57Lh1sQ/s400/BOCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;    Sensação de impotência. Sentimos isso quando queremos muito alguma coisa e não podemos tê-la por questões alheias a nossa vontade. Por que as coisas tem que ser tão complicadas?? Engana-se quem diz que as coisas são simples, complicadas são as pessoas... mas a vida é assim... nem sempre se pode ter tudo, da forma que queremos. Pelo menos espero que a sensação passe um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-4107762877375484105?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4107762877375484105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=4107762877375484105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4107762877375484105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/4107762877375484105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsOeBCT7oJI/AAAAAAAAACw/hv0X57Lh1sQ/s72-c/BOCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-788098087745653761</id><published>2007-08-14T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:02:53.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Envelhecendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsHsrnXCxNI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pj1Vap8ECWg/s1600-h/espelho+flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098616487204275410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="434" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsHsrnXCxNI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pj1Vap8ECWg/s400/espelho+flor.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ao olhar no espelho hoje de manhã, vi uma pessoa mais velha... não velha por causa de rugas, marcas de expressão ou coisas do tipo, mas pelas coisas que já vive e ainda estou vivendo. As mudanças começaram e não vão parar por aqui. Encarar um lugar desconhecido, com outra cultura, outra língua, não vai ser fácil. Esse é apenas o primeiro passo de tantos outros que pretendo dar... Meu objetivo: ser feliz fazendo o que gosto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apenas apanhei da beira mar, um táxi para a estação lunar"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-788098087745653761?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/788098087745653761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=788098087745653761' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/788098087745653761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/788098087745653761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/envelhecendo.html' title='Envelhecendo'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsHsrnXCxNI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pj1Vap8ECWg/s72-c/espelho+flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966593211593117879.post-3031677674883069971</id><published>2007-08-13T13:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:03:30.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuvens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsCjE3XCxGI/AAAAAAAAABw/xNkqiuWXJ4s/s1600-h/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098254082158806114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsCjE3XCxGI/AAAAAAAAABw/xNkqiuWXJ4s/s400/kisses.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Desenho de Kurt Halsey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Se seu olhar me flertar no arco, na beira das íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Num tom de neve e cores gris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não me degele mas eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se sua mão me apertar no arco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Num beijo de filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e você vem que nem pede mas eu quero ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me leve, de leve, de leve, de coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que um beijo seu me trará as nuvens e o céu na cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que um beijo seu me trará as nuvens, a tudo que me leve ao céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se sua voz me ninar no lapso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Num canto sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Num tom diverte e sonhos vis que me revele mas eu nego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se sua boca tocar meu lábio que tudo se afirme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e você vem que nem me pede mas eu quero ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me leve, de leve, de leve, de coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que um beijo seu me trará as nuvens e o céu na cabeça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que um beijo seu me trará as nuvens, a tudo que me leve ao céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Lá esconde o amor, o mal que mata e não se vê, que dias há que n'alma não tem posto, um não sei quê, que nasce não sei de onde, que vem não sei como e dói não sei porque..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;("Mas eu quero", Vavá Ribeiro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966593211593117879-3031677674883069971?l=pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3031677674883069971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966593211593117879&amp;postID=3031677674883069971' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3031677674883069971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966593211593117879/posts/default/3031677674883069971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdesonhos.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-two-three.html' title='Nuvens'/><author><name>Martha Carvalho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhkXwfkBh7E/TzclHShBoqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6qOONjzJnVo/s220/IMG_0545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PSNLANEQuoQ/RsCjE3XCxGI/AAAAAAAAABw/xNkqiuWXJ4s/s72-c/kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
