<?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-14668452</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:26:48.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Páginas da estrada</title><subtitle type='html'>O sabor das estradas e dos encontros, dos erros e dos acertos!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-702314014307157635</id><published>2007-04-18T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:28:01.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DA SAUDADE ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda é cedo, sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As pedras são maiores que as nossas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No ar pesa a espessura da tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As uvas estão verdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é tempo do vinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O grão já é farinha mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;o fermento dorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é tempo do pão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pequenos os seios das mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é tempo do leite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As abelhas zumbem mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a flor do rosmaninho é só botão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é tempo do mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amargos os lábios dos homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é tempo do beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda é cedo, sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperemos de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sentados no caixote dos brinquedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bebendo os versos que havemos de escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Verás que amadurece o tempo da saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Poema retirado do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitiopoema.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://sitiopoema.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-702314014307157635?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/702314014307157635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=702314014307157635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/702314014307157635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/702314014307157635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2007/04/da-saudade.html' title='DA SAUDADE ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-114857390018625738</id><published>2006-05-25T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:19:51.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem quer gatinhos???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/PICT2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/200/PICT2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta mamâ oferece os seus filhotes a quem tratar bem deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;São cinco (conforme foto) 3 fêmeas e 2 machos, (2 têm o rabo e as pontas das orelhas amarelos, 1 tem o rabo, a ponta das orelhas e o focinho cinzentos e dois todos branquinhos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/PICT2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/200/PICT2222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/PICT2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/200/PICT2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-114857390018625738?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/114857390018625738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=114857390018625738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114857390018625738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114857390018625738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2006/05/quem-quer-gatinhos.html' title='Quem quer gatinhos???'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-114233857832100570</id><published>2006-03-14T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:17:19.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Assim vai o nosso país ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/dn.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/400/dn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-114233857832100570?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/114233857832100570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=114233857832100570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114233857832100570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114233857832100570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2006/03/assim-vai-o-nosso-pas.html' title='Assim vai o nosso país ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-114190380147341140</id><published>2006-03-09T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:11:29.776Z</updated><title type='text'>A festa ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/dn491624.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/400/dn491624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto retirada do DN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-114190380147341140?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/114190380147341140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=114190380147341140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114190380147341140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114190380147341140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2006/03/festa.html' title='A festa ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-114181783194140671</id><published>2006-03-08T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:11:55.850Z</updated><title type='text'>8 de Março ... o nosso dia ??....</title><content type='html'>FEMINAE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo é mulher!&lt;br /&gt;Um sopro de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Um barco sem rumo.&lt;br /&gt;O texto e o contexto.&lt;br /&gt;O nexo e o conexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar na chuva&lt;br /&gt;Deixando que a água&lt;br /&gt;Molhe a alma e&lt;br /&gt;Caindo dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Faça a folha brotar( em nova vida )&lt;br /&gt;À procura do sol,&lt;br /&gt;Assim é a mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modificando-se a cada segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Adaptando-se conforme a estação,&lt;br /&gt;Florindo, dando frutos,&lt;br /&gt;Caindo como folha seca&lt;br /&gt;No outono da vida,&lt;br /&gt;É a mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil ser mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Viver à beira do precipício&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas imposições&lt;br /&gt;Condicionada a sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Carregando na mão&lt;br /&gt;O traçado do contradito,&lt;br /&gt;Os mistérios sem raízes&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos que não cabem&lt;br /&gt;No seu oceano interior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser mulher é carregar o mundo no ventre,&lt;br /&gt;O coração nos lábios,&lt;br /&gt;A saudade n’alma,&lt;br /&gt;E na metade que o mundo conhece&lt;br /&gt;A grandeza invisível da metade que não se vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Poema de Delasnieve Daspet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-114181783194140671?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-114176629628441930</id><published>2006-03-07T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:22:40.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou triste, claro que estou triste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vejamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os utentes vão pagar mais pelos cuidados de saúde já em Abril. O Governo vai aumentar as taxas moderadoras nas urgências em 23%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As mulheres portuguesas bem podem queimar as pestanas com os estudos, adiar o casamento e o nascimento do primeiro filho, que os homens continuarão a ter os empregos melhores e mais bem remunerados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hasta pública, o carro que Pedro Santana Lopes usou enquanto presidente da Câmara Municipal de Lisboa o Audi A8 4.2 V8 Tipronic Quattro, custou aos cofres públicos perto de cem mil euros. No próximo dia 14, haverá mais uma tentativa, e, desta vez, o preço base de licitação está ainda mais baixo: de 62 500 euros fixado em Janeiro deste ano, desceu para 56 250 euros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;«O mais difícil é o que está por fazer», afirma José Sócrates ao ser questionado sobre os sacrifícios que vai pedir aos portugueses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Só 56 por cento das jovens entre os 20 e os 24 anos completam o secundário, longe dos 80 por cento da média europeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portugal Telecom acena a accionistas com três mil milhões de euros &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;CAVACO Silva já dirigiu mais de 2000 convites a personalidades de todo o mundo para participarem na recepção de dia 9, no Palácio da Ajuda, na posse do novo Presidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem teria escolhido a ementa do banquete que o novo Presidente da República, Aníbal Cavaco Silva, irá oferecer na quinta-feira no Palácio de Queluz, na Sala dos Espelho??? Será que foi a Maria??  &lt;em&gt;"Pudim de espargos, peixe assado, regado com vinho Pera-Manca, branco e tinto, e, a finalizar, uma sobremesa de papo-de-anjo com frutas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"VINHOS MUITO PESADOS"O crítico de vinhos João Paulo Martins diz que o ‘Pera-Manca’ tinto e branco é uma má escolha face à ementa prevista. “Parece-me uma escolha apressada, pois são vinhos muito violentos, muitos pesados para acompanhar pudim de espargos e peixe assado.” O crítico destacou ainda ao CM o alto teor alcoólico do branco e o elevado preço comercial do tinto (65 euros por uma garrafa colheita 2001 ) face às características que apresenta. Em alternativa sugere outros alentejanos: “Esporão ou até um Cartuxa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;... não é para menos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-114176629628441930?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/114176629628441930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=114176629628441930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114176629628441930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114176629628441930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2006/03/estou-triste-claro-que-estou-triste.html' title='Estou triste, claro que estou triste!'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-114165601608647780</id><published>2006-03-06T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:10:11.330Z</updated><title type='text'>... regressei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou de volta à blogosfera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-114165601608647780?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/114165601608647780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=114165601608647780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114165601608647780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/114165601608647780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2006/03/regressei.html' title='... regressei'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112602302790342529</id><published>2005-09-06T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:06:38.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A chuva cai de mansinho molhando a vida lá fora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/PB1300267.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/320/PB1300267.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando ontem noticiaram que ia chover, eu pensei, balelas, e não é que acertaram! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... e eu que trabalho num local privilegiado, a minha secretaria está junto a uma janela enorme, que dá para o jardim, com esta vista (&lt;em&gt;invejosos&lt;/em&gt;…) olho, e ela lá, caindo de mansinho, envergonhada, em chuviscos … de repente o barulho na calçada, ei-la mais forte, que sensação boa, e eu penso: &lt;em&gt;espero que continue a cair, assim no fim de semana não tenho que regar o jardim… (ah ah ah, que má …)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A chuva tão desejada, espero que caia copiosamente, lavando as ruas, os campos, a nossa alma!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112602302790342529?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112602302790342529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112602302790342529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112602302790342529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112602302790342529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/09/chuva-cai-de-mansinho-molhando-vida-l_06.html' title='A chuva cai de mansinho molhando a vida lá fora...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112532961200702752</id><published>2005-08-29T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:35:38.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... é bom estar com os amigos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/PICT0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/320/PICT0484.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... vai descascar cebolas? coloque os seus óculos de piscina e ... surprise ... nada de lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Berto, obrigadinho pela dica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112532961200702752?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112532961200702752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112532961200702752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112532961200702752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112532961200702752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/08/bom-estar-com-os-amigos.html' title='... é bom estar com os amigos ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112506452202565185</id><published>2005-08-26T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:11:21.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A colisão ... o pé que não viu a porta ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/pe5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/200/pe3.gif" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhem só como está o meu dedinho, todo tortinho, tadinho ... isto está mal, o mindinho já está míope, a tropeçar desta maneira ... não sei não ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112506452202565185?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112506452202565185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112506452202565185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112506452202565185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112506452202565185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/08/coliso-o-p-que-no-viu-porta.html' title='A colisão ... o pé que não viu a porta ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112497579736916132</id><published>2005-08-25T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:39:07.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Janela aberta ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/PICT04173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/400/PICT04171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Take1 - 9h 10m, 19 de agosto de 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112497579736916132?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112497579736916132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112497579736916132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112497579736916132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112497579736916132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/08/janela-aberta.html' title='Janela aberta ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112487404088427695</id><published>2005-08-24T09:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:13:45.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordem do dia !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;ESTABELECER PRIORIDADES; DEFINIR ALTERAÇÕES E NADA DE DEVANEIOS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje tenho a sensação de estar emaranhada numa teia de aranha, tenho que definir as alteracões ao site, e depois de tantas variantes, não sei que volta dar, ou seja sei, mas implica fazer tudo de novo, uma trabalheira dos diabos... e pensar que estava tudo tão bonitinho, a funcionar tão bem.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, já a minha avó dizia "&lt;em&gt;quem não tem trabalho, inventa-o&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/cheers.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/s_piderb3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/aa2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112487404088427695?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112487404088427695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112487404088427695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112487404088427695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112487404088427695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/08/ordem-do-dia.html' title='Ordem do dia !'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112480457028168975</id><published>2005-08-23T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:51:31.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O regresso ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Depois de 4 semanas passadas nas ilhas de Bruma, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas, despedi-me com um "até sempre" e voltei à cidade, aos compromissos, ao trabalho ... á rotineira do dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas... voltei com os olhos moldados pelo azul das águas, o verde das pastagens, o branco das velas, a cinza dos Capelinhos, trago comigo bons momentos de felicidade vividos com os amigos, lembranças de tudo o que pode ser lembrado, de lindos pôr do sol, do embalar das vagas no Porto do Comprido, do último mergulho no cais da Areia Larga e da despedida no XF num copo de gin feito com a medida certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/400/Figura15.gif" border="0" /&gt;Enfim, lembranças que embalam a nossa vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112480457028168975?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112480457028168975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112480457028168975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112480457028168975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112480457028168975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-regresso.html' title='O regresso ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112220898951842233</id><published>2005-07-24T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:41:33.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhecer no cimo do Pico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/pico2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/320/pico2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Há momentos, locais que nos agarram para sempre, seja porque a paisagem fica conosco no olhar ou porque as pessoas nos acrescentam memórias. Fico-me pelos dois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112220898951842233?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112220898951842233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112220898951842233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112220898951842233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112220898951842233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/07/amanhecer-no-cimo-do-pico.html' title='Amanhecer no cimo do Pico'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112204933845875729</id><published>2005-07-22T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:39:32.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soidade ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/DSC00306.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oooO&lt;br /&gt;(....)....Oooo....&lt;br /&gt;.\..(.....(....)...&lt;br /&gt;..\_).....)../....&lt;br /&gt;...........(_/.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje li uma frase que me encantou: "&lt;em&gt;as lembranças são os sorrisos que queremos rever ... devagar"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112204933845875729?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112204933845875729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112204933845875729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112204933845875729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112204933845875729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/07/soidade.html' title='Soidade ....'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668452.post-112189010640640031</id><published>2005-07-20T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:50:30.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O inicio ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/1600/pico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1132/1335/320/pico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;No domingo estarei aqui, quando regressar trabalharei a sério neste blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;De fronteita a fronteira, sem rumos definidos nem horas marcadas!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668452-112189010640640031?l=paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/112189010640640031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14668452&amp;postID=112189010640640031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112189010640640031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14668452/posts/default/112189010640640031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paginasdaestrada.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-inicio.html' title='O inicio ...'/><author><name>ACD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3ARuKLtmOA/Smb4i15l3dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vbAmUFBr5OM/S220/38230441_982677fd10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
