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color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelo Rui Costa, que merece mais do que um Benfica-Vit. Setúbal para terminar a carreira&lt;br /&gt;Pelo Cosme Damião e demais, que levaram bem alto um nome que agora anda nas ruas da amargura&lt;br /&gt;Pelo velhinho e saudoso 3º anel, que não vê maneira de reaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Pela história, que merece mais do que ser algo do passado&lt;br /&gt;Pelo 12º jogador, que mesmo assobiando e ficando em casa sente mais que os que vestem o símbolo&lt;br /&gt;Pelas gargantas, que fazem da sua voz a alma do SLB&lt;br /&gt;Pelos milhares que irão a alvalade, que mesmo vendo esta vergonha não deixam de marcar presença&lt;br /&gt;Por todos nós, aqueles que vivem e respiram Benfica e que dia após dia se revoltam mais contra a vergonha que é hoje o NOSSO Benfica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estas e mais razões, cantemos a uma só voz na próxima quarta-feira... O BENFICA SOMOS NÓS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diz o poeta...&lt;br /&gt;e sempre que o homem sonha&lt;br /&gt;o mundo pula e avança&lt;br /&gt;como bola colorida&lt;br /&gt;entre as mãos de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Há uma centena de anos&lt;br /&gt;um pequeno grupo de homens&lt;br /&gt;sonhou... e tudo começou&lt;br /&gt;era o nascer do que viria a ser&lt;br /&gt;esta realidade... o nosso clube&lt;br /&gt;... o nosso glorioso.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma centena de anos&lt;br /&gt;um pequeno grupo de homens sonhou&lt;br /&gt;e mal poderiam imaginar&lt;br /&gt;a fantastica dimensão&lt;br /&gt;do que tinham criado.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando estes cem anos&lt;br /&gt;quanta glória,&lt;br /&gt;milhões e milhões&lt;br /&gt;de corações da mesma cor,&lt;br /&gt;milhões e milhões de portugueses&lt;br /&gt;e nao só...&lt;br /&gt;que têm vivido e vibrado&lt;br /&gt;com triunfos europeus,&lt;br /&gt;finais mundiais,&lt;br /&gt;campeonatos e taças,&lt;br /&gt;mais do que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;e acima de tudo esta alegria&lt;br /&gt;única e singela...esta mística&lt;br /&gt;que só nós sabemos vivê-la&lt;br /&gt;de gritar este orgulho&lt;br /&gt;que é a voz de uma nação&lt;br /&gt;que nos sai do peito em forma de canção&lt;br /&gt;num grito de um povo&lt;br /&gt;que envolve todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;e diz cada vez mais alto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVA O BENFICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Em toda a terra portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;se ouvem unidas numa voz&lt;br /&gt;milhões de chamas bem acesas&lt;br /&gt;cantando a vitória, a tua historia somos nós&lt;br /&gt;Benfica, teu nome leva o vento&lt;br /&gt;ao mundo o nosso ideal&lt;br /&gt;Benfica, a tua camisola é&lt;br /&gt;o orgulho de Portugal"&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/17972531-2961709387499146827?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sócrates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" src="http://data.pictogame.com/gc/gc.swf" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="gameId=p0ZRcQKXb8Hk" name="flashContainer328484040" height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 410px; text-align: left;"&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/17972531-864412502449523949?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/864412502449523949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=864412502449523949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/864412502449523949'/><link rel='self' 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ms;"&gt;Agradecimento ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoriagloriosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MemoriaGloriosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; por este video que só quem lá esteve sabe como foi espectacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-7461510194867049987?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7461510194867049987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=7461510194867049987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/7461510194867049987'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/m%3F%3Fe%20natureza3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/m??e"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/m%3F%3Fe%20natureza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/m??e"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/m%3F%3Fe%20natureza2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115169518037631335?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115169518037631335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_uln6CurFk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_uln6CurFk&lt;/span&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/17972531-115141375334412213?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115141375334412213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115141375334412213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115141375334412213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115141375334412213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/RqiusH71k0I/AAAAAAAAABA/bWWMCE4l0S8/s72-c/pedrinho1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-5422398103510021114</id><published>2007-07-11T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:04:07.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visto estar na moda as petições, porque não uma a pedir a demissão de Sócrates?!?&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/17972531-5422398103510021114?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5422398103510021114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=5422398103510021114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/5422398103510021114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/5422398103510021114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia...'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-6689439394289460998</id><published>2007-07-09T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:58.809Z</updated><title type='text'>Le Tour de France</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1ª etapa: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085238999340200818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/RpJl7Vmis3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/pcUi3rAJ_Ls/s320/_TDF_2007_MAP_100.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2ª etapa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085239325757715330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/RpJmOVmis4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Mihmjr7h3pc/s320/_TDF_2007_MAP_200.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora, se estamos a falar da volta em bicicleta ao território francês, alguém me pode explicar estas duas etapas?! E ainda falam de Portugal...&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/17972531-6689439394289460998?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6689439394289460998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=6689439394289460998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/6689439394289460998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/6689439394289460998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/07/le-tour-de-france.html' title='Le Tour de France'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/RpJl7Vmis3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/pcUi3rAJ_Ls/s72-c/_TDF_2007_MAP_100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-8186584453731035503</id><published>2007-07-09T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:35:44.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Horrores de Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Horrorizados com centros comerciais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.07.2007, Alexandra Prado Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Estádio José Alvalade, os centros comerciais Dallas, Shopping Cidade do Porto, Feira Nova de Chelas, Mouraria e Martim Moniz, a praça do Martim Moniz e os edifícios ao lado do Palácio do Freixo em Gondomar são os sete horrores de Portugal, segundo os leitores do PÚBLICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo são maravilhas. Há também horrores - em Portugal e no mundo. O PÚBLICO desafiou os leitores a escolherem, de uma lista elaborada por arquitectos, urbanistas e críticos de arquitectura, os sete horrores de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;A votação on-line foi polémica desde o início, primeiro porque os especialistas convidados a fazer a lista inicial não chegaram a um acordo, o que levou a que todos os monumentos referidos por todos eles integrassem a lista - num total de 58 -, e depois porque muitos leitores manifestaram a sua indignação perante as obras escolhidas (em particular muitos adeptos do Sporting, chocados pelo facto de o Estádio de Alvalade fazer parte da lista).&lt;br /&gt;Era quase inevitável que numa votação deste tipo entrassem factores que não têm a ver apenas com a arquitectura - que têm a ver com o futebol, por exemplo - e que poderão ter distorcido a votação. Mas o que estava aqui em causa era a qualidade arquitectónica de um edifício, independentemente do clube de futebol a que está ligado.&lt;br /&gt;A boa notícia? Com ou sem futebol à mistura, parece haver cada vez mais gente interessada em discutir arquitectura. A votação terminou na quinta-feira, houve mais de 60 mil votos, e hoje revelamos os resultados. Preparados? Entre os sete horrores de Portugal está um estádio de futebol (o Estádio José Alvalade, em Lisboa) e quatro centros comerciais (Dallas e Shopping Cidade do Porto, ambos no Porto, o Feira Nova de Chelas, os centros comerciais Mouraria e Martim Moniz, em Lisboa), e ainda a praça do Martim Moniz, também em Lisboa, e os edifícios de habitação ao lado do palácio do Freixo, em Gondomar. Já fora dos sete primeiros lugares, mas logo a seguir a eles, surgem mais dois centros comerciais, o Colombo e as Amoreiras, em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;O que é que isto significa - se é que significa alguma coisa? É justo considerar que estes são os maiores horrores arquitectónicos nacionais? Será que os portugueses, que frequentam aos milhões os inúmeros centros comerciais espalhados pelo país, afinal não gostam deles? Será que já olhamos para um estádio em grande parte como uma obra de arquitectura? &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/17972531-8186584453731035503?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8186584453731035503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=8186584453731035503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/8186584453731035503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/8186584453731035503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/07/7-horrores-de-portugal.html' title='7 Horrores de Portugal'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-6882784528479318483</id><published>2007-07-02T09:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:24:06.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Bongo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1uaMHAaR5f8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1uaMHAaR5f8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-6882784528479318483?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6882784528479318483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=6882784528479318483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/6882784528479318483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/6882784528479318483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/07/um-bongo.html' title='Um Bongo'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-6624617769820894990</id><published>2007-06-28T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:54:30.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cor-de-rosinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/sapovideo/swf/flvplayer-sapo.swf?file=" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-6624617769820894990?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6624617769820894990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=6624617769820894990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/6624617769820894990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/6624617769820894990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/06/cor-de-rosinha.html' title='Cor-de-rosinha'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-510238358558382440</id><published>2007-06-20T08:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:51:54.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Só existe um êxito: a capacidade de levar a vida que se quer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cristopher Darlington Morley, escritor, 1890-1957&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/17972531-510238358558382440?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/510238358558382440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=510238358558382440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/510238358558382440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/510238358558382440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/06/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia...'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-842071598772339744</id><published>2007-06-11T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:41:57.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seria Salazar assim tão mau?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É certo que não vivi os tempos da outra senhora nem passei pela tão marcante data do 25 de Abril, mas será que os tempos de hoje em dia em Portugal são melhores do que os de '74?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos, é verdade que a liberdade do povo poderia não ser igual à de hoje, mas nos tempos dos nossos pais estes podiam andar na rua à vontade sem medo de serem assaltados. A baixa pombalina andava recheada de gente dia e noite. Hoje é o que se vê. As pessoas deixavam as portas abertas porque não se corriam riscos alguns. Mas com o avançar dos tempos e com a quantidade de gente que invadiu este terreno à beira-mar plantado andar e viver em Lisboa não é tão seguro quanto isso. Quantos de nós não mudam de passeio por se depararem com um certo grupo de pessoas? Quantas evitam sair à noite para certas zonas? Quem é que esteve por trás do arrastão no dia de Portugal?&lt;br /&gt;No tempo de Salazar isto alguma vez poderia passar na cabeça de alguém?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não defendo de modo algum a ditadura. O povo tem o direito e dever de escolher o que considera melhor para o seu país, mas serão estes deputados chupistas o ideal para Portugal?! Mês após mês, pois a desgraça é tanta que já nem dá para falar em anos, a vida do português piora a olhos vistos. Quem pretende cumprir, ou tentar, com o pagamento de impostos de tudo e mais alguma coisa mal tem dinheiro para alimentar as bocas que tem em casa. Quem foge ao fisco e afins, vive à grande. Somos chulados até mais não para depois vermos os senhores doutores ministros a viver à grande e à francesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há dinheiro para nada. As escolas fecham todos os anos. Os hospitais que se mantêm abertos estão a cair de podres. As reformas são miserosas. O sistema de saúde é vergonhoso. O nível de vida é uma chulice que não tem igual. E depois querem largar milhões e milhões em estádios de futebol e aeroportos que alagam no inverno?!&lt;br /&gt;As contas de Portugal são um buraco sem fundo. Os euros dos impostos e da Europa só servem para encher os bolsos dos mesmos. A procura de belos tachos é enorme (veja-se a quantidade de candidatos à Câmara de Lisboa...). É preciso poder para chegar ao dinheiro, para chamar os amigos, para encher os bolsos aos vizinhos. Mas Salazar, embora usufruisse o carro do estado, quando o usava para fins pessoais, pagava a gasosa com o seu próprio dinheiro. Preciso de dizer muito mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal devia aproveitar as suas belas praias para explorar melhor o turismo e fazer dele a principal receita deste país. Mas não, 'bora lá encher os bolsos aos amiguinhos e deixar o povo na merda.&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer boa figura aos olhos do mundo, o caso Madeleine está mais que batido. Mas eu pergunto-me, se fosse uma criança PORTUGUESA a desaparecer iria ser dada tanta atenção?! Pois claro que não. Mas será que Salazar faria assim? Se calhar não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salazar era bastante criticado pela falta de liberdade de expressão que dava ao povo, mas se formos a ver bem isso não acontece hoje em dia? Há poucas semanas um professor viu-se num bico de obra por ter feito uma piada sobre Sócrates e o seu diploma... Se temos um primeiro-ministro que se diz engenheiro depois de ter tirado o canudo num domingo, que moral têm para apontar o dedo ao povo? O exemplo não devia vir de cima?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que Portugal tenha futuro com as gerações mais próximas de mim. Os que viveram o 25 de Abril já não estão muito para se chatear, atitude típica cá dos tugas, mas a malta mais nova não está a achar muita piada ao rumo que estes politicos têm dado a Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Isto só começa a ir ao lugar no dia que o povo se juntar e gritar convicto "o povo unido jamais será vencido". É preciso uma revolução civil. É preciso rolarem cabeças. E quando esse dia chegar, o povo marcará a história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-842071598772339744?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/842071598772339744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=842071598772339744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/842071598772339744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/842071598772339744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/06/seria-salazar-assim-to-mau.html' title='Seria Salazar assim tão mau?'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-8705847846280205659</id><published>2007-05-30T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:59.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Metro da Margem Sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/Rl06BcxdIEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BpgSG0WO6gA/s1600-h/CAYNAJQ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070272552066949186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/Rl06BcxdIEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BpgSG0WO6gA/s320/CAYNAJQ1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/17972531-8705847846280205659?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8705847846280205659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=8705847846280205659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/8705847846280205659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/8705847846280205659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/05/metro-da-margem-sul.html' title='Metro da Margem Sul'/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/Rl06BcxdIEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BpgSG0WO6gA/s72-c/CAYNAJQ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115169814350820635</id><published>2007-05-03T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:58:45.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vitinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/vitinho.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/vitinho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se recorda de ver e ouvir o tão adorável Vitinho depois de jantar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que não tinha, e/ou ainda tem, uma alfomada ou boneco do Vitinho?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que já não se lembrava dele há uns largos anos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... Aqui está ele a relembrar-nos os bons e velhos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Quais Patinhos quais carapuça. Não há nada melhor que o Vitinho para termos uma noite descansada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtel.pt/46182/video/vitinhoII.wmv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://tvtel.pt/46182/video/vitinhoII.wmv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/24586791/TV_Themes_-_Vitinho.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/24586791/TV_Themes_-_Vitinho.mp3.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta Vitinho... Estás perdoado!&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/17972531-115169814350820635?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115169814350820635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115169814350820635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115169814350820635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115169814350820635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/11/vitinho-quem-no-se-recorda-de-ver-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-1234738655583614044</id><published>2007-04-19T15:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:07:07.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wZm52UrkDpA' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wZm52UrkDpA'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-1234738655583614044?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-484751934342649107</id><published>2007-04-16T15:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:18:22.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Children See, Children Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GVmZXaZZfsI' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GVmZXaZZfsI'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-484751934342649107?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-1512571145733075874</id><published>2007-04-04T17:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:18:07.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gato Fedorento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hMAgnzqmHP0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hMAgnzqmHP0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-1512571145733075874?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-734086394015243103</id><published>2007-03-08T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:45:59.068Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"A felicidade é igual, quer se encontre numa pessoa rica quer numa de condição humilde" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eurípedes, dramaturgo, -480 - -406&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/17972531-734086394015243103?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/734086394015243103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=734086394015243103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/734086394015243103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/734086394015243103'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/Re3EV752TjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cBWrZgimh_k/s320/602517233829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Grace Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me without making me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Why dont yo like me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikasounds.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.mikasounds.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/17972531-1732131595568332684?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1732131595568332684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=1732131595568332684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/1732131595568332684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/1732131595568332684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2007/03/mika-grace-kelly-do-i-attract-you-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DDwh3GNbnM/Re3EV752TjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cBWrZgimh_k/s72-c/602517233829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-4523838662321246424</id><published>2007-02-27T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:01:35.396Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha bandeira da Grécia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, eu tenho uma bandeira da Grécia. Sim, eu sei que eles foram campeões europeus e nós ficámos em segundo. Sim, comprei-a na altura do Euro2004. E sim, não me chateou termos perdido com eles, era a minha segunda equipa na competição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando recomeçou o campeonato nacional o Benfica contava com um grego na equipa. Na altura era o defesa esquerdo Fyssas (já vinha da época anterior e como eu até gostava do rapaz, torci pela selecção dele no europeu). Ainda cheguei a levar a bandeira no primeiro jogo em casa, mas achei que a final do Euro2004, vivida naquele mesmo estádio, ainda estava demasiado fresca na memória de todos e nem a cheguei a ergue-la. Já sabia que iam todos cair-me em cima e assim poupei o esforço ao pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas entretanto o tempo passou, o Fyssas até deu uma ajudinha na final da Taça de Portugal dessa época e o pessoal lá se esqueceu que ele e os companheiros nos levaram o caneco das selecções. Na época seguinte sai Fyssas, mas entra Karagounis. Este ano, Fernando Santos trouxe mais um internacional para fazer companhia ao nº26 do SLB. Karagounis e Katsouranis fizeram esquecer todas aquelas maldades de 2004 e fizeram com que o azul figurasse nas bancadas da Luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem tirar mérito a quem gosta deles, tal como eu, fui eu a primeira a levar a dita bandeira. Un. Leiria 0-4 SLB marcou a estreia da minha querida bandeira. Levei muito na cabeça por ser azul e branca... Mas tenho lá culpa que os gregos tenham escolhido aquelas cores?! A partir daí, jogo em que eu vá, a Grécia vai comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já após o jogo de alvalade (obrigado RR e Simãozinho), falaram da minha bandeira no Jogo, mencionando o apoio aos da terra dos filósofos. Mas na edição de hoje da Bola veio um novo artigo e chateiou-me, pois 'tá claro! O artigo na integra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Bandeira desaparecida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sensação de déjà vu, mas daquelas que provocam alguns calafrios: bancada Coca-Cola, primeiro anel e uma bandeira... da Grécia. Veio logo à memória aquele fatídico dia de 4 de Julho de 2004 e a final perdida por Portugal frente aos helénicos (0-1), no mesmo Estádio da Luz, com «o único produto que eles sabiam vender, mas que era bom», segundo Luiz Felipe Scolari, referindo-se às bolas paradas do conjunto grego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o tempo é a melhor terapia e nas hostes encarnadas os símbolos do país de Sócrates (não confundir com o nosso primeiro) representam agora festa, aplausos e admiração, ou não estivessem ontem em campo dois titulares gregos, Katsouranis e Karagounis, claro está... campeões europeus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas quem é que ao fim de não-sei-quantos meses de vermos bandeiras da Grécia no meio dos adeptos benfiquistas, ainda pensa na final do Euro2004?! Será que foi a minha bandeira que trouxe à memória aquela final ou este triste artigo? Quem escreveu aquilo mais valia ter estado calado. Para encher que falem nas cheerleaders ou na águia Vitória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como dizia o outro: "não havia nexexidade..."&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/17972531-4523838662321246424?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4523838662321246424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=4523838662321246424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/4523838662321246424'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Se Me Amas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não procures aquilo que&lt;br /&gt;Não há em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não me prendas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não faças de mim palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser um fracasso&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já te disse toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor quere-se bem passado&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a submissão&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a obrigação&lt;br /&gt;Há por aí muitas damas&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se me amas&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não me faças nunca&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas se me queres&lt;br /&gt;Não faças de mim palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser um fracasso&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já te disse toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor quere-se bem passado&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a submissão&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a obrigação&lt;br /&gt;Há por aí muitas damas&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-116730929936892922?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116730929936892922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116730929936892922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116730929936892922'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115169698532725194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/emplastro.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116471249930685379</id><published>2006-11-28T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:14:59.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faculdade Belas-Artes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/outsideFBAUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/outsideFBAUL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na semana passada a minha faculdade foi bastante falada, principalmente na 4a (tv e rádios) e 5a (jornais). O motivo já falarei mais à frente. Primeiro uma breve introdução:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O edifício da FBAUL (Faculdade de Belas-Artes da Universidade de Lisboa) devia situar-se como todas as outras faculdades deste grupo, na Cidade Universitária, mas como somos gente fina preferimos os ares do Chiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando se está na Rua Ivens, virados de frente para o Grupo Renascença basta andarem um pouco para a esquerda e vão dar a um largo. Agora descubram onde é a entrada da faculdade, que eu também passei por isso na primeira vez que lá fui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Belas-Artes apoderaram-se de parte do antigo Covento de S. Francisco (o Museu do Chiado tem o resto). Datado do século XIII, este Convento de franciscanos desde muito cedo que também tem a vertente educativa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entre várias obras de amplicação e restauro, a estrutura ainda sofreviveu ao terramoto de 1755, quando ainda se erguia após um incêndio que destruiu grande parte do convento (1741).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por volta de 1836, a fama dos Franciscanos relativa à sua colecção livreira aumenta com a mudança de morada da Biblioteca Nacional. Eram dois pisos inteiros para esta área. No mesmo ano, mas uns meses depois, a Academia de Belas-Artes é instalada nos dois pisos inferiores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com a saída da Biblioteca Nacional para o Campo Grande (1965), a Escola Superior de Belas-Artes de Lisboa alarga a sua àrea ao englobar o espaço deixado vago. A partir daqui o movimento nos corredores do Convento aumentam significativamente. No início foram criados barracões temporários, depois vieram mais obras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como se vê, o edifício base do Convento de S. Francisco já sofreu com muita mão-de-obra. Com o passar dos anos e dos acontecimentos toda a estrutura foi enfraquecendo cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na terça-feira passada, realizou-se no auditório uma RGA. Um dos pontos discutidos foi a segurança existente (ou não). Enquanto tal reuião se realizava eis que surge a gota de água final. Uma rapariga italiana (bela imagem que se passou ao pessoal que pensa fazer Erasmus em Lisboa) viu partir-se a porta da biblioteca na sua mão. Ao tentar abri-la, é só puxar/empurrar, mais de 2,5m de vidro estilhaçaram-se em cima de si sendo preciso chamar o INEM para tratar dos cortes nas mãos e testa. A rapariga inda passou umas horas no hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com isto deu-se uma revolução no auditório e a decisão final foi simples: 4a-feira às 7h da manhã à porta da faculdade. Ninguém entra! E realmente niguém entrou. Durante cerca de 11h horas dezenas de alunos permaneceram no largo da faculdade a falar para televisões, rádios e jornais, manifestando o seu desagrado perante a situação que se vive diariamente. O reitor da Universidade de Lisboa ainda andou por lá e com tanto barulho e reclamações durante todo o dia, ficou marcado que no dia seguinte a faculdade não abriria portas por se ir dar lugar a uma vistoria ao edifício. A Associação de Estudantes já tinha previsto manter o protesto para 5ª-feira e nem o mau tempo os fez demover de tal ideia. E assim foi, 5a-feira não houve aulas para niguém. Os alunos tornaram a passar o dia à porta da escola e quem manda andou a dar voltas no covento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O relatório da vistoria será entregue amanhã, creio eu, e vamos ver o que resulta daqui. Há rumores que querem dividir as aulas práticas das teorias, sendo estas últimas sendo temporariamente na Cidade Universitária. As aulas práticas, oficinas basicamente, mantêm-se no Chiado. Vamos ver o que sai daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas uma coisa é certa, os profes é óbvio que são os primeiros a querer não sair do Chiado (porque será?), mas os alunos também não o querem. Nós apenas queremos condições para lá poder estudar. Quem vê de fora até pode achar que está tudo muito bonitinho, mas peçam uma visita guiada, principalmente à zona das oficinas, e depois deêm o vosso parecer. Vão ver que vão logo perguntar para onde vai o dinheiro das propinas, que todos os anos aumenta estupidamente...&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/17972531-116471249930685379?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116471249930685379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116471249930685379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116471249930685379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116471249930685379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/faculdade-belas-artes-na-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116438418189105968</id><published>2006-11-24T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:03:01.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Gift&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7336/1746/1600/728031/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7336/1746/320/519103/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: The Difference Between Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I do. I promise that I'll be lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise that I'll be lovely for you, for you and for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loving in this love seat, love me in this loveseat, are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I, I promise that and that, just to be apart of that questions of…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll try to be so responsible for my acts; you think I'm a liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I found you don't know I'm insane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't love you here by my side, yes I know why, and know why I'm here… Just this song in my head, just this song and I'm sad because of… Why? You will be my love, you will be this free, you will be my love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why you'll be so different for me&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/17972531-116438418189105968?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116438418189105968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116438418189105968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116438418189105968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116438418189105968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/gift-difference-between-us-yes-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116396944048956996</id><published>2006-11-19T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:39:04.753Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goleada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ontem o Benfica perdeu 3-1 e já ouvi diversas vezes dizerem que "sofreu uma goleada"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Infelizmente não vivi outros tempos em que, aí sim, havia goleadas. Desde quando é que marcar 3 golos é golear? Com um resultado de 3-1 ainda menos goleada é, pois afinal a diferença é a mesma que ganhar 2-0. Quando o SLB jogou com o Celtic perdeu 3-0 fora e venceu por iguais números em casa. Onde é que isto é golear? Em Leiria já houve um cheirinho de goleada. Dar 4 golos sem resposta já entra nesse contexto. Mas 3-0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Golear é fazer como antigamente, no tempo de outra senhora, em que uma equipa ia para o intervalo a vencer por 5-0 e na segunda parte continuava à procura de aumentar a vantagem. Hoje em dia, com 2-0 já se fica a guarda o resultado. Hoje, porém, deu-me gozo saber um resultado. Apesar de não ser simpatizante deste clube, congratulo a AS Roma por ter vencido por 7-0 quando ao fim de 40 minutos já tinha festejado 4 vezes. Isto sim é golear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Maldito futebol moderno e seus intervenientes. O povão vai à bola não é para ver quem defende melhor. É para ver golos, o ponto mais alto de uma partida de futebol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lembro-me de um jogo no antigo Estádio da Luz contra o Paços de Ferreira. Não foi à muito tempo mas foi o resultado mais dilatado que eu assisti. Festejei por 7 vezes. Golos para dar e vender, de todas as formas e feitios. O adversário pode ter sido um dos últimos da tabela e aqueles 3 pontos não terem valido de muito, mas quem é que não sai de um estádio muito mais satisfeito com um resultado assim?&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/17972531-116396944048956996?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116396944048956996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116396944048956996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116396944048956996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116396944048956996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/goleada-ontem-o-benfica-perdeu-3-1-e-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116371340338077343</id><published>2006-11-17T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:48:52.740Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cada um com a sua pancada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/FdoYtoVZLoE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-116371340338077343?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116371340338077343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116371340338077343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116371340338077343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116371340338077343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/cada-um-com-sua-pancada.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116354833485351048</id><published>2006-11-14T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:53:56.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser ou não ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/862369_Jack%20Nightmare%20before%20christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/862369_Jack%20Nightmare%20before%20christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em homenagem à cunhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-116354833485351048?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116354833485351048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116354833485351048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116354833485351048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116354833485351048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/ser-ou-no-ser-em-homenagem-cunhada.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115169527739303188</id><published>2006-11-11T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:19:59.520Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rotunda do Marquês o quê?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/Marques%20Pombal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/Marques%20Pombal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115169527739303188?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116289501950720505</id><published>2006-11-07T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:25:09.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Balla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/CLosuXPNbfU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-116289501950720505?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116289501950720505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Só existe um êxito: a capacidade de levar a vida que se quer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cristopher Darlington Morley, escritor, 1890-1957&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115080169646530867?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115080169646530867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115080169646530867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/avatarcap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/avatarcap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo clube. O mesmo amor. Uma bancada diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde com uma jola! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-116190547856461433?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116190547856461433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116190547856461433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116190547856461433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116190547856461433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/clan-1904-o-mesmo-clube.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115169607541886867</id><published>2006-10-26T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:21:15.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O melhor amigo do Homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115169607541886867?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115169607541886867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115169607541886867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115169607541886867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115169607541886867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-melhor-amigo-do-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116168183511275049</id><published>2006-10-24T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:23:55.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Que não seja imortal posto que é chama mas que seja eterno enquanto dure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&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/17972531-116168183511275049?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116168183511275049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116168183511275049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116168183511275049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116168183511275049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/frase-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116126216840981011</id><published>2006-10-19T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:49:28.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em equipamento que ganha não se mexe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sábado, 14 de Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;S&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;urpreendentemente&lt;/span&gt;, o Benfica ganhou por 4-0 em Leiria. Para além da expressão categórica do resultado, o Benfica jogou muito bem, o que foi ainda mais surpreendente. Várias teorias logo brotaram dos espíritos incrédulos dos benfiquistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Foi o losango.&lt;br /&gt;— Qual losango?&lt;br /&gt;— O Simão na ponta da frente, o Nuno Assis à esquerda, o Petit à direita e o Katsouranis na ponta de trás.&lt;br /&gt;— Então e o Nuno Gomes e o Miccoli?&lt;br /&gt;— São o chapéu do losango.&lt;br /&gt;— Mas desde quando é que os losangos têm chapéu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguns entraram a discutir figuras geométricas pela noite dentro. Outros explicavam o sucesso da viagem a Leiria por razões bem mais vistosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Assim que os vi equipados no túnel senti que a vitória não nos iria escapar.&lt;br /&gt;— Camisolas vermelhas e calções pretos, à Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;— Estavam lindos.&lt;br /&gt;— Quando fomos campeões tínhamos meias pretas.&lt;br /&gt;— Não podem tirar aqueles calções até ao fim do campeonato.&lt;br /&gt;— Acho que os calções só funcionam com as camisolas vermelhas.&lt;br /&gt;— Eu se fosse o engenheiro até os obrigava a dormir assim equipados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Razão tinha Luís Filipe Vieira ao anunciar que a crise tinha acabado. A duas semanas das eleições, sem adversário pela frente, o presidente sabia de antemão com que cores íamos jogar em Leiria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terça-feira,                                 17 de Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;A&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; primeiras imagens de Glasgow Park revelam um estádio cheio, a transbordar. É assim. Por força do seu nome, o Benfica enche casas. Sucedem-se os grandes planos de Eusébio. No Reino Unido, Eusébio é um ícone do futebol. Eusébio e Benfica juntos, em Glasgow, dois nomes, um emblema, uma cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Julgo não ter sido a única pessoa que gosta do Benfica a ficar desolada com o equipamento da equipa. É verdade que os calções pretos se mantiveram, mas aquelas camisolas cor-de-burro-quando-foge reveladas pelas imagens do túnel de acesso ao relvado deixavam logo prever o pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;O Benfica é vermelho. É evidente que tem de ter um equipamento alternativo quando joga, em casa, com o Sporting de Braga e com o Desportivo das Aves, ou quando, nas competições europeias, defronta equipas da mesma cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde a sua fundação até à alvorada do &lt;i&gt;marketing&lt;/i&gt;, o equipamento alternativo do Benfica era todo branco, como mandavam os estatutos do clube. Havia quem embirrasse com o branco, porque foi assim equipado que o Benfica perdeu as finais da Taça dos Campeões para o Milan e para o Manchester, na década de 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas essa era uma embirração de aristocratas, pouco habituados a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;A embirração com as camisolas desta noite de Glasgow é, essencialmente, popular. E muito justa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os supersticiosos não entendem por que razão se «mexeu» no equipamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Em equipamento que ganha não se mexe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os históricos não entendem a apresentação do equipamento alternativo em Glasgow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Se os tipos equipam à Sporting, francamente, não havia necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os economicistas apologistas do clube-empresa entendem tudo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Caramba, mas também temos de vender o equipamento alternativo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao que os supersticiosos e os históricos respondem em coro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Mas a quem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Antigamente, dizia-se que ao Benfica, para ganhar certos jogos, bastava mandar as camisolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Presentemente, os benfiquistas discutem com mais calor a cor das camisolas do que o nome dos jogadores que as envergam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;As circunstâncias assim obrigam. Limitados pelo pudor de «dizer mal» do treinador ou de questionar as razões para a intermitência com que brilham as nossas estrelas, fiquemo-nos, pois, horas a fio a discutir a cor das camisolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não deixa de ser irónico e, ao mesmo tempo, perdidamente romântico.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarta-feira,                        18 de Outubro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Avoluptuosidade da derrota na Escócia faz nascer uma corrente pró-Fernando Santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Do sábado passado, em Leiria, até terça-feira, em Glasgow, produzimos um &lt;i&gt;goal-average&lt;/i&gt; positivo de 4-3!&lt;br /&gt;— É o chamado futebol-espectáculo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sobre a questão das camisolas também jorram contra-argumentos:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;— Há 40 anos, quando jogámos lá com eles, também levámos 3 e equipámos de vermelho!&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinta-feira,                                 19 de Outubro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;No domingo, o Benfica joga com o Estrela da Amadora, na Luz. O Estrela está em baixo. Aliás, não podia estar mais em baixo. É o último classificado da tabela da Superliga, em seis jogos somou um empate e cinco derrotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;De certeza que, hoje, os altos comandos benfiquistas se vão reunir com carácter de urgência para decidir a cor do equipamento da equipa. Não vá a coisa dar galo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonor Pinhão&lt;/span&gt; in A Bola, 19 de Outubro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-116126216840981011?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116126216840981011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116126216840981011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116126216840981011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116126216840981011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/em-equipamento-que-ganha-no-se-mexe.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116074033687520117</id><published>2006-10-13T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:00:51.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Passeios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/calcada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/calcada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que em Portugal os passeios têm outro encanto. Tantas e tantas vezes andamos em cima dele e mal nos apercebemos da arte que ali está. Mas apesar de a calçada portuguesa lhe dar uma valor superior ao que o típico passeio tem, não deixa de ter as suas falhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os passeios deviam ter faixas. Tal como há nas estradas. E as pessoas deviam ter piscas. E luzes de travagem.&lt;br /&gt;Quantos de nós já não "dançaram" sobre estes caminhos porque o individuo que vai à nossa frente não se decide por qual dos lados escolher?! Ou então porque o que lá vem não escolhe o mesmo lado que nós e parecemos que brincamos aos espelhos? Deviamos acabar com isto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No manual da civilização devia existir um capítulo para este assunto com as seguintes regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- quando vamos em frente a alguém, cada um deve seguir o lado direito. Assim acabam-se os bailaricos com desconhecidos em plena via pública. (e não me venham dizer que isto é coisa das energias corporais de cada um... balelas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- se por acaso necessitamos parar assim do nada, sinal traseiro com ele. É lixado quando alguém já tem pressa e ainda tem de chocar com aqueles que decidem travar a sua marcha para pensar se 2+2 é igual a 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- que se desenhem faixas nas pedras dos passeios. Assim cada um circula na sua e quando for preciso, pois o da frente vai em lazer e nós temos mais que fazer, pisca e ultrapasssagem pela esquerda. Como a grande maioria tem carta e conduz regularmente, sabe bem como isto funciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É terrível andar no meio do povão em hora de ponta e tentar descobrir qual o melhor caminho para conseguir passar toda aquela gente e chegar ao destino desejado. É este que pára, é aquele que anda aos zigue-zagues.... Basta! Vamos lutar por uns passeios melhores! Todos juntos pela liberdade nos passeios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-116074033687520117?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116074033687520117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116074033687520117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116074033687520117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116074033687520117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/passeios-certo-que-em-portugal-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-116047046104341833</id><published>2006-10-10T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:54:21.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bruno Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem à noite fui informada da existência de um blog que para quem gosta só pode ser genial.&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Nogueira escreve os desaforos do dia-a-dia em &lt;a href="http://corpodormente.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://corpodormente.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho vivamente que vejam o Home Video #1. Não se esqueçam de ligar as colunas ;)&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/17972531-116047046104341833?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116047046104341833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=116047046104341833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116047046104341833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/116047046104341833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/bruno-nogueira-ontem-noite-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115918595653798824</id><published>2006-09-25T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:05:56.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O silêncio é a mais perfeita expressão do desprezo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw, compositor/comedógrafo/escritor/dramaturgo/crítico, 1856-1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115918595653798824?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115918595653798824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115918595653798824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115918595653798824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115918595653798824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/frase-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115857552715223586</id><published>2006-09-18T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:32:07.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexo Oral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/sexo%20oral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/sexo%20oral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115857552715223586?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115857552715223586/comments/default' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Video do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bastardidentro.it/node/view/17813"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.bastardidentro.it/node/view/17813&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115262510557696696?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115262510557696696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115262510557696696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115262510557696696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115262510557696696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/video-do-dia-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115169708569885621</id><published>2006-08-28T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:20:31.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando o Gregório chama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/que%20oportuno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/que%20oportuno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115169708569885621?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115169708569885621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115169708569885621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115169708569885621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115169708569885621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/08/quando-o-gregrio-chama.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115543358987984663</id><published>2006-08-13T02:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:46:29.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Odeia-se quem se teme."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Énio, poeta, -239 - -169&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115543358987984663?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115543358987984663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115543358987984663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115543358987984663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115543358987984663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/08/frase-do-dia_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115502733195598983</id><published>2006-08-08T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:55:31.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um poema para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 de Agosto&lt;br /&gt;Que belo dia&lt;br /&gt;Vejam tão grande que é&lt;br /&gt;A minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 21 anos atrás&lt;br /&gt;Um ser nasceu&lt;br /&gt;Os anos passaram&lt;br /&gt;E uma Pulga cresceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os amigos se aprende&lt;br /&gt;A viver a vida celebrando&lt;br /&gt;A todos vós obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Por me irem ensinando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco mais há a dizer&lt;br /&gt;Só falta uma frase&lt;br /&gt;Pr’o ano cá vos espero&lt;br /&gt;P’ra ultrapassar mais uma fase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115502733195598983?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115502733195598983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115502733195598983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115502733195598983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115502733195598983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/08/um-poema-para-mim-8-de-agosto-que-belo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115049595914072058</id><published>2006-08-07T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:31:53.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anúncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&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-family:Tahoma;"&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-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este anúncio interactivo foi criado pela Lowe da África do Sul para a POWA - People Opposing Women Abuse, uma ONG que luta contra o abuso das mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando o leitor tenta folhear a página, percebe que as folhas estão coladas. É possível ver apenas parcialmente que há uma imagem de pernas femininas sob um lençol. Ao puxar a folha, o adesivo vai cedendo e rasgando a página. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aí sim é possível ler e entender o anúncio. Uma mulher nua deitada de pernas abertas e abaixo o título: "If you have to force, it's rape" (Se você precisa usar a força, é violação).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&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-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ESPECTACULAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intitulada de "Force", a peça foi premiada com Leão de Prata no Festival de Cannes 2003 e Prata no CLIO Awards 2004. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a 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dela"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre Nicole, teólogo/autor/moralista, 1625-1695&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115443035531778752?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115443035531778752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115443035531778752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115443035531778752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115443035531778752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/08/frase-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115169686459880134</id><published>2006-07-25T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:00:17.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para as desconfiadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/untitled2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/untitled2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115344338434096509</id><published>2006-07-21T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:56:24.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A liberdade de cada um termina quando se invade a do outro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115344338434096509?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115344338434096509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Treinador de Bancada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tenho por hábito falar de futebol aqui mas hoje vou abrir uma excepção, e quem sabe uma nova temática, neste blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Benfica volta hoje do estágio na Suiça. Neste período foram realizados 3 jogos com algumas caras novas mas faltando algumas da época passada, e diga-se, fundamentais. Mas mesmo assim já é possível tirar alguns apontamentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Moreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finalmente o nosso guardião está de volta. Não fez exibições de encher o olho mas mostrou claramente qual o seu lugar face à concorrência que tem. O necessário foi suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Tiago Gomes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visto que disputa o lugar do pequeno-grande Léo, dificilmente terá lugar no onze. Mostrou alguma confiança em determinados lances mas nota-se que ainda está "verde". Mesmo assim deve ficar caso não se contrate ninguém para aquele lado da defesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Começou o estágio um pouco perdido mas lá se foi encontrando. Mostrou o que se esperava após regresso das férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Léo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O indiscutível Léo. Mesmo em pleno Verão e acabado de voltar do descanso, e bem merecido, jogou como se estivesse em competição. Não descuidou nos jogos de velocidade nem nos pormenores que nos brindou durante a época transacta. Provou aquilo que não era preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Marco Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notou-se claramente que procura uma oportunidade neste Benfica. Correu bastante e teve alguns pormenores interessantes. Pode ser que fique, mas para o banco, está claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Mantorras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No último jogo, frente ao Sion, mostrou ao Marcel como se trabalha no lugar de ponta-de-lança. Entrou e passado pouco tempo marcou. Simples e eficaz. Continua o Mantorras de sempre. Movimenta-se bem, por vezes troca-se com a bola mas noutras os pés lá acertam e mostra como se faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Rui Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavras para quê? Tal como esperava, mesmo com 34 anos o futebol que tem para dar continuar a estar a anos-luz do praticado actualmente no Benfica. Tem uma classe, um toque, uma visão de jogo impressionantes. Adjectivos não lhe faltam e em campo mostra bem a raça deste clube. Corre o campo inteiro, coordena os colegas em campo e nunca desiste de procurar a vitória, mesmo em jogos amigáveis. Esperemos é que os restantes jogadores ajudem pois não queremos um Benfica que seja Rui Costa + 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Alcides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andou a tapar buracos na defesa encarnada. Fez o que lhe foi pedido mas face aos concorrentes directos deve continuar a aquecer o banco nesta temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Paulo Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surpreendeu pela positiva. Apesar do nome não me ser desconhecido não fazia ideia com o que contar, no entanto gostei de ver as suas movimentações na linha mais avançada e os seus arranques. Tem algumas arestas para serem polidas mas mostrou pormenores interessantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 Beto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com o regresso de Petit e, esperemos, de Manuel Fernandes, acho que o Beto pode levar a guia de marcha. Em três jogos mostrou aquilo que sempre foi durante 05-06. Bastante tosco com a bola, anda perdido no meio-campo e bastante sarrafeiro. Acho que a qualidade, única acredito, que mostrou no ano passado foi a capacidade de destruír jogo adversário, mas também não há necessidade de tanta cacetada em jogos de pré-época.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 Karyaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após a entrevista infeliz da temporada passada, Karyaka só tem feito uma coisa: enterrar-se cada vez mais. Fernando Santos foi simpático e lá o levou para a Suiça. Deu-lhe três oportunidades das quais não aproveitou nenhuma. Revela perfeitamente que quer ir-se embora. Boa viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Manú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao serviço no Estrela da Amadora deixou antever que poderia vir a ser útil no Benfica. No primeiro jogo acusou demasiado nervosismo e nada lhe correu bem. No segundo já tentou mostrar alguma coisa, mas acabou por ser demasiado egoísta em certos lances, procurando mostrar-se ao "mister" mas acabou por ir cavando a sua cova. Veremos que diz Santos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Marcel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vê-se mesmo que Miccoli, Nuno Gomes e Mantorras ainda não podiam jogar. Bisou na primeira partida mas pouco mérito teve, ao contrário dos assistentes. Continua a ser uma nulidade em campo. Espero que os responsáveis percebam de uma vez por todas que jogadores que são heróis em clubes "pequenos" não significam que o serão no Benfica. Espero que Marcel tenha tirado apontamentos do Mantorras no jogo com o Sion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 Nélson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Começou a pré-época meio atordoado mas lá se foi orientando. Terá de recuperar o ritmo nesta fase pois em Agosto já será a doer. À partida manterá a titularidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 Manduca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pobre Manduca. Não tem ponta por onde se pegar. A jogar a avançado é uma comédia em estado puro. Quando descai para o flanco lá se consegue ver alguma coisa, mas mesmo assim muito fraco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Bruno Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com Moreira e Moretto no lote, nem a relva pisou. Foi passar umas férias à conta do Benfica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 Karagounis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O futebol que durante a época só conseguiu mostrar numa das partes, aqui conseguiu fazê-lo no tempo todo que esteve em campo. Com um conterrâneo seu no meio-campo e com Rui Costa a liderar as hostes, revelou maior entrosamento com a sua posição. Vai ser uma disputa renhida entre os jogadores meio-campistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 José Fonte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bastante sereno a jogar, não acusou o peso da camisola. Pretende um lugar no lote dos 25 e pode ser que o consiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 João Coimbra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Está como Tiago Gomes. Promete mas ainda tem de rondar por aí até ter lugar no plantel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Miccoli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jogou 35 minutos na última partida e nada é preciso dizer. Com Nuno Gomes ao lado e Rui Costa como distribuidor, a época promete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 Moretto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eterno Moretto. Logo no primeiro teste deu um pato como Bartez frente a Portugal no Mundial '06, felizmente o adversário era demasiado amador para conseguir fazer melhor. Pode ter tido momentos altos na época passada, mas nesta espero que o treinador não invente muito e passe o atestado de suplente ao 31 encarnado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32 Bijou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um puto das camadas jovens que bem pode voltar para lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33 Ricardo Rocha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Igual a si mesmo. E aquele lance era mesmo penalty, o RR não se atirou para a piscina como o comentador bem tentou frisar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34 Canales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caido do céu, revelou uns pormenores dos quais Marcel pode aprender algo. Mas apesar disso, guia-de-marcha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35 Diego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grande revelação. Bom passe, bom controlo de bola. Vai dar algumas dores de cabeça a Fernando Santos, mas principalmente a José Veiga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36 Katsouranis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com a saída de Geovanni ganhou a titularidade, pois não tem adversário à altura. Senhor de uma excelente técnica, fará muitos estragos por essas defesas fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesta estágio não participaram Luisão, Petit, Quim, Manuel Fernandes, Simão, Nuno Gomes. Nuno Assis integrou os treinos mas encontrava-se impossibilitado de jogar face a mais uma injustiça no futebol português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tendo em conta o 4-4-2 que Fernando Santos pretende utilizar, este é o meu onze:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moreira. Nélson, Luisão, Anderson e Léo. Petit/Manuel Fernandes, Simão, Katsouranis e Rui Costa. Nuno Gomes e Miccoli.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visto o plantel actualmente ir até ao 36, apesar de uns poucos números estarem desocupados, Santos quer ter 24 ou 25 ao seu dispôr. Eis a lista dos dispensavéis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiago Gomes, Beto, Karyaka, Marcel, Bruno Costa, J. Coimbra, Bijou, Canales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fique quem ficar, saia quem sair, só quero que o Benfica faça melhor que em 2005/06. Tem tudo para o fazer. VAMOS A ELES, RAPAZES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115305473916368298?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115305473916368298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115305473916368298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115305473916368298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115305473916368298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/07/treinador-de-bancada-no-tenho-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115049500493957763</id><published>2006-06-30T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:13:13.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nasceste antes de 86? Então lê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De acordo com os reguladores e burocratas de hoje, todos nós que nascemos nos anos 60, 70 e princípio de 80 não devíamos ter sobrevivido até hoje, porque as nossas caminhas de bebé eram pintadas com cores bonitas em tinta à base de chumbo que nós muitas vezes lambíamos e mordíamos. Não tínhamos frascos de medicamento com tampas "à prova de crianças" ou fechos nos armários e podíamos brincar com as panelas. Quando andávamos de bicicleta, não usávamos capacetes. Quando éramos pequenos viajávamos em carros sem cintos e airbags - viajar à frente era um bónus. Bebíamos água da mangueira do jardim e não da garrafa e sabia bem. Comíamos batatas fritas, pão com manteiga e bebíamos gasosa com açúcar, mas nunca engordávamos porque estávamos sempre a brincar lá fora. Partilhávamos garrafas e copos com os amigos e nunca morremos disso. Passávamos horas a fazer carrinhos de rolamentos e depois andávamos a grande velocidade pelo monte abaixo, para só depois nos lembrarmos que esquecemos de montar uns travões. Depois de acabarmos num silvado aprendíamos. Saímos de casa de manhã e brincávamos o dia todo, desde que estivéssemos em casa antes de escurecer. Estávamos incontactáveis e ninguém se importava com isso. Não tínhamos PlayStation, X Box. Nada de 40 canais de televisão, filmes de vídeo, home cinema, telemóveis, computadores, DVD, chat na internet. Tínhamos amigos - se os quiséssemos encontrar íamos à rua. Jogávamos ao elástico e à barra e a bola até doía! Caíamos das árvores, cortávamo-nos, e até partíamos ossos mas sempre sem processos em tribunal. Havia lutas com punhos mas sem sermos processados. Batíamos às portas de vizinhos e fugíamos e tínhamos mesmo medo de sermos apanhados. Íamos a pé para casa dos amigos. Acreditem ou não íamos a pé para a escola; não esperávamos que a mamã ou o papá nos levassem. Criávamos jogos com paus e bolas. Se infringíssemos a lei era impensável os nossos pais nos safarem, eles estavam do lado da lei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta geração produziu os melhores inventores e desenrascados de sempre. Os últimos 50 anos têm sido uma explosão de inovação e ideias novas. Tínhamos liberdade, fracasso, sucesso e responsabilidade e aprendemos a lidar com tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És um deles? Parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu e outros tiveram a sorte de crescer como verdadeiras crianças, antes dos advogados e governos regularem as nossas vidas, "para nosso bem". Para todos os outros que não têm idade suficiente pensei que gostassem de ler acerca de nós. Isto meus amigos é surpreendentemente medonho... e talvez ponha um sorriso nos vossos lábios: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A maioria dos estudantes que estão nas universidades hoje nasceram em 1986... chamam-se jovens. Nunca ouviram "we are the world" e "uptown girl" conhecem de westlife e não Billy Joel. Nunca ouviram falar de Rick Astley, Banarama ou Belinda Carlisle. Para eles sempre houve uma Alemanha e um Vietname. A SIDA sempre existiu. Os CD's sempre existiram. O Michael Jackson sempre foi branco. Para eles o John Travolta sempre foi redondo e não conseguem imaginar que aquele gordo fosse um dia deus da dança. Acreditam que Missão Impossível e Anjos de Charlie são filmes do ano passado. Não conseguem imaginar a vida sem computadores. Não acreditam que houve televisão a preto e branco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agora a prova de que estamos a ficar velhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Entendes o que está escrito acima e sorris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Precisas de dormir mais depois de uma noitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Os teus amigos estão casados ou a casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Surpreende-te ver crianças tão à vontade com os computadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Abanas a cabeça ao ver adolescentes com telemóveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Lembraste da Gabriela (a primeira vez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Encontras amigos e falas dos bons velhos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, estás a ficar VELHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115124063264483208</id><published>2006-06-25T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:03:52.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;22 Maio 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLTRX0JqxWw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLTRX0JqxWw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115124063264483208?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115099554141820195</id><published>2006-06-22T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:59:01.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lighthouse Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/020505lighthousefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/020505lighthousefamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, what's happened to our lives?&lt;br /&gt;When did you and me forget how to have a good time?&lt;br /&gt;And we gotta get back to the life&lt;br /&gt;That we forgot 'cos we got too much on our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we got to make some time for the stuff that you can't buy&lt;br /&gt;And get a life 'cos you know all that serious stuff ain't no fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;Hey let's all go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Why don t you and me go out and have a good time?&lt;br /&gt;Make our life a supernatural high&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're both leaving all that bad stuff far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there's gonna come a time you kiss it all goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So get a life 'cos you ain't got a clue when that day's gonna come&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Say what you like but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Say what you like but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still gonna try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115099554141820195?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115099554141820195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115099554141820195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115099554141820195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115099554141820195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/lighthouse-family-happy-hey-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115080111117333666</id><published>2006-06-20T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:00:47.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aos AMIGOS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Um dia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;Um dia a maioria de nós irá separar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora,&lt;br /&gt;das descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos,&lt;br /&gt;dos tantos risos e momentos que partilhamos.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades até dos momentos de lágrimas, da angústia, das&lt;br /&gt;vésperas dos finais de semana, dos finais de ano, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;do companheirismo vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sempre pensei que as amizades continuassem para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho mais tanta certeza disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Em breve cada um vai para seu lado, seja&lt;br /&gt;pelo destino ou por algum&lt;br /&gt;desentendimento, segue a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez continuemos a nos encontrar, quem sabe... nas cartas&lt;br /&gt;que trocaremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;Podemos falar ao telefone e dizer algumas tolices...&lt;br /&gt;Aí, os dias vão passar, meses... anos... até este contacto&lt;br /&gt;se tornar cada vez mais raro.&lt;br /&gt;Vamo-nos perder no tempo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;Um dia os nossos filhos verão as nossas fotografias e&lt;br /&gt;perguntarão:&lt;br /&gt;"Quem são aquelas pessoas?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;Diremos... que eram nossos amigos e... isso vai doer tanto!&lt;br /&gt;-"Foram meus amigos, foi com eles que vivi tantos bons&lt;br /&gt;anos da minha vida!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;A saudade vai apertar bem dentro do peito.&lt;br /&gt;Vai dar vontade de ligar, ouvir aquelas vozes novamente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;Quando o nosso grupo estiver incompleto...&lt;br /&gt;reunir-nos-emos para um último adeus de um amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;E, entre lágrima abraçar-nos-emos.&lt;br /&gt;Então faremos promessas de nos encontrar mais vezes&lt;br /&gt;daquele dia em diante.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, cada um vai para o seu lado para continuar a viver a&lt;br /&gt;sua vida isolada do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;E perder-nos-emos no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, fica aqui um pedido deste humilde amigo: não&lt;br /&gt;deixes que a vida&lt;br /&gt;passe em branco, e que pequenas adversidades sejam a causa de&lt;br /&gt;grandes tempestades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT;color:#cccccc;" &gt;Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem&lt;br /&gt;morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem&lt;br /&gt;todos os meus amigos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115074224226851071</id><published>2006-06-19T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:37:22.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Era uma caneca, sff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/birra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/birra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115074224226851071?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-113214626631420229</id><published>2006-06-16T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:19:17.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que os miúdos pensam sobre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TÁCTICAS INFALÍVEIS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Diz a toda a gente o quanto gostas dela. E não te importes se os pais dela estiverem ao pé."&lt;br /&gt;Manuel - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Levá-la a comer batatas fritas, costuma funcionar."&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo - 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Eu gosto de hamburgueres e também gosto de ti."&lt;br /&gt;Luis - 6 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Abanamos as ancas e rezamos para que tudo corra pelo melhor."&lt;br /&gt;Carla - 9 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-113214626631420229?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/113214626631420229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=113214626631420229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/113214626631420229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/113214626631420229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-que-os-midos-pensam-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-115037623404868580</id><published>2006-06-15T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:57:14.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Os hábitos são a vitória do tempo sobre a vontade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel de Montaigne, ensaísta/escritor, 1533-1592&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-115037623404868580?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115037623404868580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=115037623404868580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115037623404868580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/115037623404868580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/frase-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-113934597161725812</id><published>2006-06-15T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:29:16.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando não há nada mais para fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenta aguentar 30 segundos... A força aérea americana exige que se consiga 2 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Move o quadrado vermelho de modo a que ele não toque nas peças azuis nem nas paredes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boa Sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.download.yahoo.com/ne/fu/dodge.html"&gt;http://uk.download.yahoo.com/ne/fu/dodge.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É favor deixar os records nos comentários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-113934597161725812?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114995426942057142</id><published>2006-06-10T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:44:29.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Video do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gpwd6IeLNOU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gpwd6IeLNOU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114995426942057142?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114995426942057142/comments/default' title='Post 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mais rápido que a própria sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114975376687752259?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114975376687752259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114975376687752259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114975376687752259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114975376687752259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/mais-rpido-que-prpria-sombra.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114958739896874294</id><published>2006-06-06T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:49:59.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/R-Kelly-I-Believe-I-Can-F-91283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/R-Kelly-I-Believe-I-Can-F-91283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: I Believe I Can Fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to think that I could not go on&lt;br /&gt;And life was nothing but an awful song&lt;br /&gt;But now I know the meaning of true love&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning on the everlasting arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;br /&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I think about it every night and day&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can soar&lt;br /&gt;I see me running through that open door&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I was on the verge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes silence can seem so loud&lt;br /&gt;There are miracles in life I must achieve&lt;br /&gt;But first I know it starts inside of me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can see it, then I can be it&lt;br /&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;br /&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothign to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if I just spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I can fly, hey&lt;br /&gt;If I just spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly-eye-eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114958739896874294?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114958739896874294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114958739896874294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114958739896874294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114958739896874294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114902833301519151</id><published>2006-05-30T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:32:13.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Na vida só há um modo de ser feliz. Viver para os outros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Léon Tolstoi, escritor, 1828-1910&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114902833301519151?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114902833301519151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114902833301519151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114902833301519151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114902833301519151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114883307509960066?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114883307509960066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114883307509960066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114883307509960066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114883307509960066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/eu-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114883167452405274</id><published>2006-05-28T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T16:54:34.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/Guns-N-Roses-Lies-251906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/Guns-N-Roses-Lies-251906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1,2,1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alright to smile&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I think about you every day now&lt;br /&gt;Was a time when I wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;But you set my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;It'll work itself out fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, make it slow&lt;br /&gt;And we come together fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;(patience)&lt;br /&gt;Mm, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sit here on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, dear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so tense&lt;br /&gt;But I can't speed up the time&lt;br /&gt;But you know, love&lt;br /&gt;There's one more thing to consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;And things will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll just use a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, take the time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the lights are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;You and I've got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;To make it, We won't fake it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break it&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah&lt;br /&gt;need a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;just a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;some more patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;need some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;could use some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;gotta have some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is patience,&lt;br /&gt;just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;is all you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I been walkin' the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to get it right&lt;br /&gt;Hard to see with so many around&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't like&lt;br /&gt;Being stuck in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And the streets don't change&lt;br /&gt;But baby the name&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got time for the game&lt;br /&gt;'cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, but I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oo, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oo, all this time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114883167452405274?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114883167452405274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114883167452405274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114883167452405274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114883167452405274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/guns-n-roses-patience-121234-whistle.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114865404769072038</id><published>2006-05-26T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:34:07.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coma uma laranja e sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/laranjas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/laranjas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114865404769072038?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114865404769072038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114865404769072038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114865404769072038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114865404769072038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/coma-uma-laranja-e-sorria.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114840481874515383</id><published>2006-05-23T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:20:18.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Video do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6j475XI1Xg&amp;dpos=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6j475XI1Xg&amp;amp;dpos=0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114840481874515383?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114840481874515383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114840481874515383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114840481874515383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114840481874515383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/video-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114831676385493685</id><published>2006-05-22T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:52:43.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"É um bom soldado o que não aspira a ser general."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alexandre Pogosski, 1816-1874&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114831676385493685?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114831676385493685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114831676385493685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114831676385493685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114831676385493685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/frase-do-dia_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114805424231525643</id><published>2006-05-19T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:22:12.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/u2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/u2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: With Or Without You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the stone set in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the thorn twist in your side&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And I wait without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm, we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;You gave it all but I want more&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give, and you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied, my body bruised&lt;br /&gt;She got me with nothing to win&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give, and you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u2.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.u2.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114805424231525643?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114805424231525643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114805424231525643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114805424231525643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114805424231525643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/u2-with-or-without-you-see-stone-set.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114794966186382115</id><published>2006-05-18T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:54:21.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Calar-se é a única sabedoria"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luc Van Brabant, 1909 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114794966186382115?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114794966186382115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114794966186382115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114794966186382115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114794966186382115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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novelo&lt;br /&gt;De azul e mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Ribeira encosto a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Almofada da cama do Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Com lençóis bordados à pressa&lt;br /&gt;Na cambraia de um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lisboa menina e moça, menina&lt;br /&gt;Da luz que os meus olhos vêem, tão pura&lt;br /&gt;Teus seios são as colinas, varina&lt;br /&gt;Pregão que me traz à porta, ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade a ponto luz bordada&lt;br /&gt;Toalha à beira mar estendida&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa menina e moça, amada&lt;br /&gt;Cidade mulher da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Terreiro eu passo por ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas na Graça, eu vejo-te nua&lt;br /&gt;Quando um pombo te olha, sorri&lt;br /&gt;És mulher da rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no bairro mais alto do sonho&lt;br /&gt;Ponho o fado que soube inventar&lt;br /&gt;Aguardente de vida e medronho&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa menina e moça, menina&lt;br /&gt;Da luz que os meus olhos vêem, tão pura&lt;br /&gt;Teus seios são as colinas, varina&lt;br /&gt;Pregão que me traz à porta, ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade a ponto luz bordada&lt;br /&gt;Toalha à beira mar estendida&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa menina e moça, amada&lt;br /&gt;Cidade mulher da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa do meu amor, deitada&lt;br /&gt;Cidade por minhas mãos despida&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa menina e moça, amada&lt;br /&gt;Cidade mulher da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114553925703101450?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114553925703101450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114687463463347108?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114687463463347108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114687463463347108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114687463463347108'/><link 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Não querer é poder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa, poeta, 1888-1935&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114657229817935002?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114657229817935002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114657229817935002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114657229817935002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114657229817935002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/frase-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114643388342942545</id><published>2006-04-30T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:51:12.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;José Mourinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Homem de indiscutível valor no mundo do futebol, José Mourinho espalha títulos por onde passa. Gostando-se ou não das cores que representou, uma coisa é certa: o homem percebe disto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há quatro épocas seguidas que ganha o campeonato no país onde se encontra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em Inglaterra conseguiu fazer algo que em 50 anos ninguém conseguira. O Chelsea foi campeão. Este ano repetiu a graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dono de uma arrogância amada pelos seus adeptos e odiada pelos seus rivais, Mourinho tem outros pormenores que o caracterizam. É por seu hábito, no final de cada jogo, atirar o seu famoso bloco de notas para os adeptos. Segundo as suas próprias palavras, já no tempo dos azuis e brancos o fazia. Diz que apenas o usa para o jogo e no final dá uma alegria a um adepto. Diz também que o costuma assinar antes de o atirar, para ser uma melhor recordação a quem o guardar ou a quem o vender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este fim-de-semana, Mourinho deu nova alegria aos seus adeptos. Para além de derrotar o Manchester United por uns claros 3-0, o treinador português ofereceu o bi-campeonato ao clube londrino. Festa e mais festa e são distribuídas as medalhas do triunfo na Premiership. Como Mourinho já tinha uma e diz que não gosta de ficar com todas, apenas uma correspondente a cada competição, decidiu atirar a dita para a bancada. Como é óbvio, euforia total! E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is onde ela se encontra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Se alguém tiver dinheiro, força nisso...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/Jose-Mourinhos-Chelsea-Premiership-05-06-Winning-Medal_W0QQitemZ8804350541QQcategoryZ68295QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/Jose-Mourinhos-Chelsea-Premiership-05-06-Winning-Medal_W0QQitemZ8804350541QQcategoryZ68295QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/Jose-Mourinhos-Premiership-Winners-Medal_W0QQitemZ8804026269QQcategoryZ68295QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ainda dizem que nós é que somos malucos...&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/17972531-114643388342942545?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114643388342942545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114643388342942545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114643388342942545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114643388342942545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/jos-mourinho-homem-de-indiscutvel.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114589401886546191</id><published>2006-04-24T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:12:00.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se eu morresse amanhã, que me dirias hoje?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não deixem para amanhã aquilo que podem fazer e dizer hoje! É que amanhã pode ser tarde demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arrependam-se daquilo que fizeram, mas NUNCA daquilo que poderiam ter feito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivam cada dia como se fosse o último... &lt;em&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114589401886546191?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114589401886546191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114589401886546191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114589401886546191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114589401886546191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/carpe-diem-se-eu-morresse-_114589401886546191.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114552991748807071</id><published>2006-04-20T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:45:17.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Da Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Conquistador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era um mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho de poetas&lt;br /&gt;Ir até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Cantar novas vitórias&lt;br /&gt;E erguer orgulhosas bandeiras&lt;br /&gt;Viver aventuras guerreiras&lt;br /&gt;Foram mil epopeias&lt;br /&gt;Vidas tão cheias&lt;br /&gt;Foram oceanos de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui ao Brasil, Praia e Bissau&lt;br /&gt;Angola, Moçambique, Goa e Macau&lt;br /&gt;Ai, fui até Timor!&lt;br /&gt;Já fui um conquistador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era todo um povo&lt;br /&gt;Guiado pelos céus&lt;br /&gt;Espalhou-se pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo os seus heróis&lt;br /&gt;E levaram a luz da cultura&lt;br /&gt;Semearam laços de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Foram mil epopeias&lt;br /&gt;Vidas tão cheias&lt;br /&gt;Foram oceanos de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui ao Brasil, Praia e Bissau&lt;br /&gt;Angola, Moçambique, Goa e Macau&lt;br /&gt;Ai, fui até Timor!&lt;br /&gt;Já fui um conquistador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui ao Brasil, Praia e Bissau&lt;br /&gt;Angola, Moçambique, Goa e Macau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, fui até Timor!&lt;br /&gt;Já fui um conquistador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias e dias&lt;br /&gt;E meses e anos no mar&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo uma estrada de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;A conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui ao Brasil, Praia e Bissau&lt;br /&gt;Angola, Moçambique, Goa e Macau&lt;br /&gt;Ai, fui até Timor!&lt;br /&gt;Já fui um conquistador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui ao Brasil, Praia e Bissau&lt;br /&gt;Angola, Moçambique, Goa e Macau&lt;br /&gt;Ai, fui até Timor!&lt;br /&gt;Já fui um conquistador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui conquistador&lt;br /&gt;Fui conquistador&lt;br /&gt;Fui conquistador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114552991748807071?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114552991748807071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114552991748807071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114552991748807071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114552991748807071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/da-vinci-conquistador-era-um-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114538695548251188</id><published>2006-04-18T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:06:53.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;By Pulga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/18%20Abril%202006%20-%20Um%20olhar%20sobre%20o%20horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/18%20Abril%202006%20-%20Um%20olhar%20sobre%20o%20horizonte%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/18%20Abril%202006%20-%20Um%20olhar%20sobre%20o%20horizonte%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Um olhar sobre o horizonte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114538695548251188?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114538695548251188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114538695548251188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114538695548251188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114538695548251188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/by-pulga.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114498836457317493</id><published>2006-04-14T05:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T05:19:24.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Páscoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chegou a Páscoa. Para muitos não passa de uns dias de férias, para outros é mais uma oportunidade para as famílias se reunirem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amêndoas e chocolates é o que se quer. Este dá àquele e o outro retribui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta época tem por tradição o Coelhinho e os seus ovos. Mas porque raio é um coelho?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu saiba quem põe ovos é a galinha... Portanto, porquê o coelho?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que mal fez o coelho para nesta altura do ano andar a cagar ovos?! Ainda por cima de chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta dúvida surgiu numa amena cavaqueira pós-jantar em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se quem põe os ovos é a galinha, porquê o coelho?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se alguém me souber explicar o porquê deste animal fofinho e rechonchundo andar a cagar ovos a torto e a direito nesta altura do ano, que se chegue à frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entretanto a minha dúvida mantem-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PORQUÊ O COELHO?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boa Páscoa e muitos doces para todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114498836457317493?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114498836457317493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114498836457317493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114498836457317493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114498836457317493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/pscoa-chegou-pscoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114484005191479751</id><published>2006-04-12T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:08:49.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O prazer visita-nos muitas vezes, mas a mágoa agarra-se cruelmente a nós"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John Keats, poeta, 1795-1821&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114484005191479751?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114484005191479751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114484005191479751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114484005191479751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114484005191479751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/frase-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114479247613975896</id><published>2006-04-11T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:54:36.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O poder da Playstation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/playstation3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/playstation3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/playstation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/playstation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/playstation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/playstation2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114479247613975896?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114479247613975896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114479247613975896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114479247613975896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114479247613975896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-poder-da-playstation.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114393460787161764</id><published>2006-04-02T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:36:47.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viva o dia das Mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Vai-te curar. És doente! Estás demente! Sua delinquente! lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114393460787161764?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114393460787161764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114393460787161764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114393460787161764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114393460787161764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/viva-o-dia-das-mentiras-vai-te-curar.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114372359329759372</id><published>2006-03-30T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:59:53.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ala dos Namorados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/ala_dos_namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/ala_dos_namorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Loucos de Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parava no café quando eu la estava&lt;br /&gt;Na voz tinha o talento dos pedintes&lt;br /&gt;Entre um cigarro e outro la cravava&lt;br /&gt;A bica, ao melhor dos seus ouvintes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mãos e o olhar da mesma cor&lt;br /&gt;Cinzenta como a roupa que trazia&lt;br /&gt;Num gesto que podia ser de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sorria, e ao partir agradecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os loucos de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Que nos fazem duvidar&lt;br /&gt;A Terra gira ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;E os rios nascem no mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia numa sala do quarteto&lt;br /&gt;Passou um filme lá do hospital&lt;br /&gt;Onde o esquecido filmado no gueto&lt;br /&gt;Entrava como artista principal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compramos a entrada p'ra sessão&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver tal personagem no écran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O rosto maltratado era a razão&lt;br /&gt;De ele não aparecer pela manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os loucos de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Que nos fazem duvidar&lt;br /&gt;A Terra gira ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;E os rios nascem no mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudamos muita vez de calendário&lt;br /&gt;Como o café mudou de freguesia&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de tributo a quem la pára&lt;br /&gt;Um louco a fazer-lhe companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sempre a mesma posse o mesmo olhar&lt;br /&gt;De quem não mede os dias que vagueam&lt;br /&gt;Sentado lá continua a cravar&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos às meninas que passeiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os loucos de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Que nos fazem duvidar&lt;br /&gt;A Terra gira ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;E os rios nascem no mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114372359329759372?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114372359329759372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114372359329759372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114372359329759372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114372359329759372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/ala-dos-namorados-loucos-de-lisboa.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114277968327904163</id><published>2006-03-19T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:21:59.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexta-feira 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/1137409467imagem1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/1137409467imagem1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na sexta-feira passada fui até Alcântara para assistir ao musical Sexta-feira 13, em homenagem aos Xutos e Pontapés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estando eu à porta, à espera da minha companhia, só pensava "Espero bem que seja mesmo em pé... Xutos que é Xutos, tem de ser visto em pé!". O meio receio de ter uma cadeirinha à espera era mais que muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mal entramos, temos a zona do bar. Alguma gente mas não muita. Fiquei naquela "Ou isto é bue pequeno ou parece-me que não vai encher...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abrem-se as portas e lá entra o pessoal todo. À esquerda está a plateia sentada. À direita o palco. No meio? Nada! ("Fixe, não me vou sentar, ehehe"). A malta agrupa-se no centro sem saber o que nos espera. Olho em torno de mim para perceber como aproveitaram o espaço. O tecto faz-me lembrar conventos antigos recuperados para salas de espectáculo e bares. Curti :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As portas fecham-se e as poucas luzes apagam-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os típicos recados dos telemóveis e cigarros surgem, mas sem aquela vozinha tipica. Muito pelo contrário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os actores começam a aparecer vindos de toda a parte. A música que acompanhou os avisos permanece. O ambiente torna-se meio assustador. Este e aquele correm feitos doidos por entre o público. Viro-me para o G. e pergunto "Mas vim ver um musical de Xutos ou uma peça do Julio de Matos?!". Ele ri-se. Eu olhava feita parva para tudo o que se passava à minha volta. Mas que raio de coisa era aquela?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As luzes apagam-se de novo e que comece o espectáculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dois actores aparecem em cena, mas não no palco. Mesmo no meio da plateia. Aí deu logo para perceber que a noite iria ser agitada, visto haver 3 plataformas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os actores era reconheciveis. Dois vencedores de programas musicais abriam as hostes. A noite prometia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Durante quase 2 horas assistiu-se à história de um grupo de amigos em plena década de 80. Sexo, drogas e Rock&amp;Roll eram o essencial na vida destes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde desaforos entre namorados a problemas caseiros. Excesso de drogas e, claro, muita música. Tudo isto interpretado por um excelente leque de actores. Alguns conhecidos, outros nem por isso, mas todos com uma actuação sem palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Como banda sonora, nada melhor... Xutos e Pontapés! As músicas foram escolhidas a dedo para dar mais ênfase a cada momento da vida destes amigos. Êxitos como "O Mundo ao Contrário", "O Homem do Leme", "À Minha Maneira", entre tantos outros, foram ali cantados e vibrados por todos. Em cada música havia gente a cantar, saltar e a divertir-se como se de um concerto dos Xutos se tratasse. Até palmas no final de cada interpretação houve. E nem eu falhei ao entusiasmo. Apenas uma música não acompanhei: Sexta-feira 13. Um registo que dá o nome ao espectáculo e que foi criada para o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Em pleno Toyota Box assisti a um espectáculo que teve de tudo um pouco. Tanto nos fazia rir como chorar. Um musical cheio de emoção e realismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para os que ainda não viram, vão ver! Os que viram sabem o porquê. Mas um conselho, vejam na plateia em pé. Esqueçam o conforto da cadeirinha durante duas horas e aproveitem ao máximo esta obra do António Feio. É como eu disse ao G. no final "Quem foi para a bancada roubou-se a si próprio. Quem esteve no chão fez render, e de que maneira, o dinheiro gasto". Sinceramente, quase que achava justo se os preços fossem ao contrário. O facto de teremos os actores a passarem a milimetros de nós e termo-nos de desviar para não atrapalhar é algo que nunca tinha visto. É uma forma diferente de assistir a um espectáculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Em termos de actuações, nada se pode apontar. Cantam, dançam e representam de um forma impecável. Todos estão 5 estrelas, mas há um que tem 6. O "Molas"... simplesmente genial! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas a todos eles, os meus parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/xutos_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas a noite não poderia acabar sem a Pulga fazer das suas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Antes de abandonarmos o ToyotaBox o G. pretende ir falar com o Feio e dar-lhe os parabéns. Ok, vamos a isto. Com o encenador estava o "Calado", o cabecilha do grupo de amigos. Como o Feio e este estavam à conversa, com a entrada de rajada do G. o pobre rapaz ficou a fazer de vela. Vai então que Pulga entra em acção. Dou os parabéns da praxe, mas bem merecidos, e aponto uma falha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Vocês têm uma grande falha... então não cantam "A Minha Casinha"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Compasso de espera com uma expressão pensativa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Realmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Não pode ser! Essa música é imperdoável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Espera, nós cantamos "A Minha Casinha"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Cantam?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Entra o António Feio e o G. na conversa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Ela está a dizer que não cantamos "A Minha Casinha"... ("Calado" para o Feio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É logo a primeira! (ambos ao mesmo tempo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Epa, com aquela confusão toda de estarem todos a correr feitos malucos à nossa volta, ainda devia estar em estado de choque quando a cantaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A conversa não durou mais. Parabéns a um e outro, mais uma vez, e está na hora de ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pulga, como não podia deixar de ser, lá se enterrou à grande. Mas uma coisa é certa: EU NÃO OUVI! E o G. também não. Pois quando acabou o musical falei-lhe nisso e ele também não se recordava tê-la ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que vou ver o Sexta-feira 13 outra vez só para estar atenta à música, eheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Façam bom proveito. Têm até dia 25 do presente mês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uau.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.uau.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uau.pt/downloads/xutos_sextafeira_13.wmv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.uau.pt/downloads/xutos_sextafeira_13.wmv&lt;/span&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/17972531-114277968327904163?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114277968327904163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114277968327904163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114277968327904163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114277968327904163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/sexta-feira-13-na-sexta-feira-passada.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-113508551903436289</id><published>2006-03-19T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:48:55.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz Dia do Pai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/diadopai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/400/diadopai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-113508551903436289?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/113508551903436289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=113508551903436289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/113508551903436289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/113508551903436289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/feliz-dia-do-pai.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114255475498509490</id><published>2006-03-17T08:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:27:00.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem é que não toma banho agora?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/banho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/banho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114255475498509490?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114255475498509490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114255475498509490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114255475498509490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114255475498509490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/quem-que-no-toma-banho-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114250684587207388</id><published>2006-03-16T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:00:45.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Quando o meu amigo está infeliz, vou ao seu encontro; quando está feliz, espero por ele "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Henri Frédéric Amiel, escritor/poeta/filósofo, 1821-1881&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/17972531-114250684587207388?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114250684587207388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114250684587207388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114250684587207388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114250684587207388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/frase-do-dia_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114229666438564672</id><published>2006-03-14T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:59:35.120Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gripe das Aves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/1600/gripedasaves7vn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7336/1746/320/gripedasaves7vn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17972531-114229666438564672?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114229666438564672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114229666438564672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114229666438564672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114229666438564672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/gripe-das-aves.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/9402/66265660gy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17972531.post-114199895039959341</id><published>2006-03-10T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:55:50.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Apetece-me ganhar tudo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ronald Koeman&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/17972531-114199895039959341?l=pulgaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114199895039959341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17972531&amp;postID=114199895039959341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114199895039959341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17972531/posts/default/114199895039959341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulgaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/frase-do-dia_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Pulga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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