<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760</id><updated>2012-02-10T22:57:05.371Z</updated><category term='Viagens'/><category term='Aventura'/><category term='Nuvens'/><category term='Sonhos...'/><category term='World music'/><category term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Histórias da Loucura</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-2578055605500454554</id><published>2010-06-02T01:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:37:18.869+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aventura'/><title type='text'>Volta à Ilha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 1 de Maio, a convite de uns amigos, lá foi o menino dar uma voltita à Ilha de Santa Maria (de barco, é claro!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Infelizmente a reportagem fotográfica ficou comprometida, pois a bateria acabou a 15 minutos do fim da viagem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui fica um pequeno vídeo desta bela aventura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=2578055605500454554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2578055605500454554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2578055605500454554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2010/06/volta-ilha.html' title='Volta à Ilha!'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-8680033551989060705</id><published>2010-06-02T00:21:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:37:14.770+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Os Gatos Vadios deram o nó!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/TAWW4Z0pabI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Wr1UIRpikl0/s1600/digitalizar30001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477950417514621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/TAWW4Z0pabI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Wr1UIRpikl0/s400/digitalizar30001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, no dia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;10 de Abril de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gatos Vadios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deram o nó !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477949836806919202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/TAWWWmhJFCI/AAAAAAAAALs/M-BLbPbiWNQ/s400/Love_Cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nó!'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/TAWW4Z0pabI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Wr1UIRpikl0/s72-c/digitalizar30001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4191894796671038515</id><published>2010-03-07T23:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:51:23.083Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aventura'/><title type='text'>Workshop de fotografia</title><content type='html'>Desde o dia 1 de Março que ando a frequentar um workshop de fotografia. Este workshop é dirigido pelo &lt;a href="http://www.fpepe.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (fotógrafo profissional). Neste sábado decorreu a nossa aula prática. Eis o resultado desta actividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446043475399913634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/S5Q7r76LsKI/AAAAAAAAALk/EjjEG5JI_bs/s400/_MG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-4191894796671038515?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4191894796671038515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4191894796671038515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4191894796671038515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4191894796671038515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2010/03/workshop-de-fotografia.html' title='Workshop de fotografia'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/S5Q7r76LsKI/AAAAAAAAALk/EjjEG5JI_bs/s72-c/_MG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-384540188568438684</id><published>2010-03-07T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:42:02.551Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Tambor'Elas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036399717135506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/S5Q1QE78tJI/AAAAAAAAALc/tx75uXaBT1w/s400/_MG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hoje foi a estreia mundial das "Tambor'Elas", orquestra de percussão feminina. Esta estreia decorreu no salão do Clube Asa do Atlântico.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036236456298082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/S5Q1GkviBmI/AAAAAAAAALU/i8MH7DjDrx8/s400/_MG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-384540188568438684?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/384540188568438684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=384540188568438684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/384540188568438684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/384540188568438684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2010/03/tamborelas.html' title='Tambor&apos;Elas'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/S5Q1QE78tJI/AAAAAAAAALc/tx75uXaBT1w/s72-c/_MG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-8372717234864438128</id><published>2010-02-09T16:58:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:27:51.837Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Tradições Açorianas</title><content type='html'>Pois é, existem histórias que merecem ser contadas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estas paragens (no meu caso, Santa Maria - Açores), as quatro quintas-feiras que antecedem o Carnaval são dedicadas a festejos muito particulares, nomeadamente o dia dos Amigos (este ano, no dia 21 de Janeiro), das Amigas (28 de Janeiro), dia dos Compadres (4 de Fevereiro) e das Comadres (11 de Fevereiro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São verdadeiros dias de amizade e folia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436327050250902642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/S3G2pjkNXHI/AAAAAAAAALM/uqv40rnPI3Y/s400/acores-mapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORIGEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azoresglobal.com/canais/noticias/noticia.php?id=21066"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azores Global&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as quintas-feiras são esperadas por milhares de açorianos que se reúnem para festejar esses dias que são uma antiga tradição regional e que tem vindo a ser modificada com o passar do tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta celebração teve origem na sociedade rural, quando nas várias freguesias de cada ilha as pessoas se reuniam às quintas-feiras, conhecidas em tempos remotos como noites de serões, para escolher o trigo e outros cereais que seriam utilizados nos impérios nas comemorações do Espírito Santo. Nessa época eram declamadas poesias e cantigas que louvavam a amizade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje em dia, com as suas denominações próprias, esses dias são marcados com convívios e jantaradas onde vários grupos de se juntam de forma a celebrar a ocasião e onde predominam o divertimento e a alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-8372717234864438128?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/8372717234864438128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=8372717234864438128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8372717234864438128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8372717234864438128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2010/02/tradicoes-acorianas.html' title='Tradições Açorianas'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/S3G2pjkNXHI/AAAAAAAAALM/uqv40rnPI3Y/s72-c/acores-mapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-1549318600593557005</id><published>2010-02-09T16:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:58:01.209Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Inércia...</title><content type='html'>Segundo o &lt;a href="http://www.priberam.pt/DLPO/default.aspx?pal=inércia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dicionário Priberam da Língua Portuguesa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; inércia significa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Falta de movimento ou de actividade.&lt;br /&gt;2. Preguiça, indolência.&lt;br /&gt;3. Propriedade dos corpos que não podem, de per si, alterar o seu repouso ou o seu movimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem, todos aqueles que de alguma forma seguem este blog, a minha preguiça, a minha falta de vontade em escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora que o sol espreita de vez em quando, sinto a minha energia regressar, sinto vontade de escrever e de contar novidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso amigos, até breve!!! ou até já!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-1549318600593557005?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/1549318600593557005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=1549318600593557005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1549318600593557005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1549318600593557005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2010/02/inercia.html' title='Inércia...'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4923553957337433680</id><published>2009-11-16T17:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:08:31.975Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Algumas 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-7966328380792314599</id><published>2009-10-29T00:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:41:37.206Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aventura'/><title type='text'>Golfinhos!</title><content type='html'>Vimos &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_Bottlenose_Dolphin"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;golfinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2dc7b19dfabdd8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=7966328380792314599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/7966328380792314599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/7966328380792314599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/golfinhos.html' title='Golfinhos!'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4541881583353278624</id><published>2009-10-28T23:22:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:44:26.913Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aventura'/><title type='text'>Pescaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No passado sábado, dia 24 de Outubro, fomos (eu, a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gatinha&lt;/span&gt;, o António e o Dino) pescar em mar aberto, a aproximadamente 3 milhas náuticas dos Anjos. Os mergulhadores (António e Dino) apanharam quatro &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wahoo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wahoos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;serras-da-índia&lt;/span&gt;, com a preciosa ajuda dos barqueiros (eu e a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gatinha&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso afirmar que adoramos comer filetes de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wahoo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade vimos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golfinho-comum"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;golfinhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397797683322636578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SujUZOvfSSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aJKDqkpX8Vg/s400/SDC11059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estado do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397797402443486002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SujUI4YrkzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k0P24VzFUlI/s400/SDC11090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 wahoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397797162911678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SujT68D2PvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HP_btK-tgeo/s400/SDC11087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eis o 4!&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/3121659258677551760-4541881583353278624?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4541881583353278624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4541881583353278624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4541881583353278624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4541881583353278624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/pescaria.html' title='Pescaria'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SujUZOvfSSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aJKDqkpX8Vg/s72-c/SDC11059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-1228052319340172379</id><published>2009-10-26T23:37:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:49:01.679Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonhos...'/><title type='text'>Praia Formosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pois é, o pessoal por aqui ainda anda a fazer praia nesta altura do ano. Estas imagens são da Praia Formosa (Santa Maria), a única praia com areia branca dos Açores!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-894cb15d5e77732d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D894cb15d5e77732d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331481062%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F78D5E2C4E9E5BFD364BB6C29C440091C10086B.84D04E8854E1A77AC5BA9C5B14A32CAB928F959%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D894cb15d5e77732d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhjSJ3lEMl7K5SSm2b5FP7V24iu4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D894cb15d5e77732d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331481062%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F78D5E2C4E9E5BFD364BB6C29C440091C10086B.84D04E8854E1A77AC5BA9C5B14A32CAB928F959%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D894cb15d5e77732d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhjSJ3lEMl7K5SSm2b5FP7V24iu4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-1228052319340172379?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/1228052319340172379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=1228052319340172379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1228052319340172379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1228052319340172379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/praia-formosa.html' title='Praia Formosa'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-801049272819812691</id><published>2009-10-25T21:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:08:12.601Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuvens'/><title type='text'>Pôr-do-sol em Santa Maria (Açores)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuS93J1sqoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PCxeFKYLLq0/s1600-h/HPIM1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396647008728296066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuS93J1sqoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PCxeFKYLLq0/s400/HPIM1117.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/3121659258677551760-801049272819812691?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/801049272819812691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=801049272819812691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/801049272819812691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/801049272819812691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-do-sol-em-santa-maria-acores.html' title='Pôr-do-sol em Santa Maria (Açores)'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuS93J1sqoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PCxeFKYLLq0/s72-c/HPIM1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-2293918431223006087</id><published>2009-10-25T20:37:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:55:15.242Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Cagarro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuS3Js-ToEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r6Ikqboy5IE/s1600-h/Cagarro+(Calonectris+diomedea+borealis).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396639630815895618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuS3Js-ToEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r6Ikqboy5IE/s400/Cagarro+(Calonectris+diomedea+borealis).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://soscagarro.no.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cagarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Calonectris diomedea borealis&lt;/em&gt;) é a ave marinha mais abundante nos &lt;a href="http://www.guiaturisticoacores.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Açores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, onde regressa todos os anos em Março para acasalar e nidificar, formando colónias com centenas de indivíduos nas falésias costeiras e nos ilhéus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final de Outubro, os juvenis atingem a plumagem e o tamanho adulto, sendo nessa altura abandonados nos ninhos pelos progenitores, que partem para a migração anual para sul.&lt;br /&gt;A fome leva-os a sair do ninho para procurar comida, mas, como se orientam pelas estrelas, a falta de prática faz com que muitas vezes sejam atraídos pelas luzes das povoações e dos automóveis, acabando muitos por ser mortos por colisão e atropelamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A maior concentração mundial de cagarros ocorre nos &lt;a href="http://www.azores.gov.pt/Portal/pt/principal/homepage.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Açores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, mas a espécie encontra-se em regressão devido à sua vulnerabilidade a predadores terrestres e à actividade humana.&lt;br /&gt;Por essa razão, esta ave está protegida por legislação nacional e internacional, sendo proibido capturar, deter ou abater um cagarro, assim como destruir ou danificar o seu habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O cagarro, alimenta-se de peixe, lulas e crustáceos, é uma ave marinha adaptada à vida em alto mar, podendo viver cerca de 40 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos os anos, em Março, depois de passarem alguns meses nos mares do sul, estas aves regressam aos &lt;a href="http://www.azores.gov.pt/Portal/pt/principal/homepage.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Açores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para se reproduzirem, utilizando o mesmo local onde estiveram no ano anterior.&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://soscagarro.azores.gov.pt/Portal/pt/entidades/sram/livres/SOS+Cagarro.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOS CAGARRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3121659258677551760-2293918431223006087?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/2293918431223006087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=2293918431223006087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2293918431223006087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2293918431223006087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/cagarro.html' title='Cagarro'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuS3Js-ToEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r6Ikqboy5IE/s72-c/Cagarro+(Calonectris+diomedea+borealis).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4901587703343522805</id><published>2009-10-25T18:11:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:56:48.269Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Baía do Raposo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuSXBZIzNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DfJEuNKlI4k/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396604303680156882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuSXBZIzNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DfJEuNKlI4k/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baía do Raposo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; está integrada na &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paisagem Protegida de Interesse Regional do Barreiro da Faneca e Costa Norte&lt;/span&gt;, é de grande valor paisagístico pelas suas escarpas, queda-d’água e foz da ribeira.&lt;br /&gt;As suas arribas servem de local de nidificação a várias espécies de avifauna marinha como o &lt;a href="http://fotocache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore02/fotos//24/ab/45/337380_NFtlp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cagarro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Calonectris diomedea borealis&lt;/em&gt;), o &lt;a href="http://catofski.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/sternahirundo_2_garajau-comum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Garajau-Comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Sterna hirundo&lt;/em&gt;) e o &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/75/198690542_627989bf89_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Garajau-Rosado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Sterna dougallii&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396627784015870386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuSsYINE-bI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UYyuT3Z7mI4/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-4901587703343522805?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4901587703343522805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4901587703343522805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4901587703343522805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4901587703343522805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/baia-do-raposo.html' title='Baía do Raposo'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuSXBZIzNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DfJEuNKlI4k/s72-c/IMG_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-3858244044264384169</id><published>2009-10-25T17:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:10:31.831Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Barreiro da Faneca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuSTWO_xuFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wvdC7Wf0zMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396600263688697938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuSTWO_xuFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wvdC7Wf0zMQ/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barreiro da Faneca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; faz parte integrante da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paisagem Protegida de Interesse Regional do Barreiro da Faneca e Costa Norte&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consiste numa vasta área de terreno árido, pertencendo principalmente à unidade geológica denominada “Formação de Feteiras”, a qual corresponde ao vulcanismo mais recente ocorrido na Ilha de Santa Maria (Açores), de carácter essencialmente explosivo, sendo constituída por piroclastos que foram, posteriormente, alterados em argilas vermelhas, provavelmente sob acção de um clima quente e húmido.&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/3121659258677551760-3858244044264384169?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/3858244044264384169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=3858244044264384169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/3858244044264384169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/3858244044264384169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/barreiro-da-faneca.html' title='Barreiro da Faneca'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SuSTWO_xuFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wvdC7Wf0zMQ/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4151370497496648653</id><published>2009-10-09T18:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:15:25.788+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Cascata do Aveiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Ss-KE0sCMBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8C45rju39Ug/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390679094453219346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Ss-KE0sCMBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8C45rju39Ug/s400/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eis algo muito interessante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim que sou de &lt;a href="http://maps.google.pt/maps?hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=cidade+de+aveiro&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Aveiro&amp;amp;gl=pt&amp;amp;ei=hIrPSuW_IoGQjAe2xs3_Aw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAoQ8gEwAA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aveiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, recém-chegado a Ilha de Santa Maria encontrar uma magnífica cascata que dá pelo nome de Aveiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cascata do Aveiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, encontra-se situada na costa sudeste da Ilha de Santa Maria e é considerada por muitos como um dos locais mais belos da ilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390680414392846242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Ss-LRp2Kh6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/E7KO3JaW_9Q/s400/SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O percurso da bela e cristalina Ribeira do Aveiro promove bonitos panoramas, com o seu expoente máximo nesta bela queda de água que forma, também, adjacentes lagoas.&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/3121659258677551760-4151370497496648653?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4151370497496648653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4151370497496648653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4151370497496648653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4151370497496648653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/10/cascata-do-aveiro.html' title='Cascata do Aveiro'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Ss-KE0sCMBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8C45rju39Ug/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-5549036604655816098</id><published>2009-09-26T19:17:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:47:44.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Recepção aos novos professores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 25 de Setembro, pelas 20 horas, realizou-se a recepção aos novos professores da &lt;a href="http://www.ebs-santamaria.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EBS de Santa Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. O jantar decorreu na escola e foi organizado pelos finalistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava excelente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os professores novos (na escola) foram praxados, tendo sido "obrigados" a representar uma peça e uma cantar uma bela canção para os restantes presentes. O jantar foi bem animado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite acabou no &lt;a href="http://www.asasdoatlantico.pt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clube Asas do Atlântico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! (barzinho bem agradável)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385845182598491266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Sr5dqHwILII/AAAAAAAAAJU/-ma2St6ah4Y/s400/Foto0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Crachá de uso obrigatório&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3121659258677551760-5549036604655816098?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/5549036604655816098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=5549036604655816098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5549036604655816098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5549036604655816098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/recepcao-aos-novos-professores.html' title='Recepção aos novos professores'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Sr5dqHwILII/AAAAAAAAAJU/-ma2St6ah4Y/s72-c/Foto0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-1011220510602080377</id><published>2009-09-23T21:31:00.021+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:49:20.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Vila do Porto - Santa Maria - Açores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrqF0dnkWvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ro2Atvg1Fnk/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384763440825129714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrqF0dnkWvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ro2Atvg1Fnk/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; História&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;Frei &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gonçalo Velho Cabral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, fidalgo da Casa do Infante D. Henrique e Comendador da Ordem de Cristo, chegou à &lt;a href="http://www.visitazores.travel/pdfs/mapas/smaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ilha de Santa Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, em 1432.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cartografia do século XIV, é chamada de "Ilha dos Lobos". Foi sede da primeira Capitania das ilhas dos Açores, inicialmente abrangendo as ilhas de Santa Maria e de São Miguel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu povoamento iniciou-se em 1439, após o desembarque na Praia dos Lobos. O povoado do Porto terá sido fundado em 1450, por &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernão de Quental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, numa lomba soalheira da costa Sul frente a ampla enseada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vila do Porto, nasce com o primeiro foral dos Açores, cerca de 1470. Apesar de não ter conhecido actividade sísmica desde o povoamento, foi sempre marcada pelo isolamento, inacessibilidade e fraco poder defensivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 1901 recebeu a visita do Rei D. Carlos e de D. Amélia, ainda nesse mesmo ano, elegeu a primeira Câmara republicana do arquipélago.&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;in &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vila_do_Porto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3121659258677551760-1011220510602080377?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/1011220510602080377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=1011220510602080377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1011220510602080377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1011220510602080377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/vila-do-porto-santa-maria-acores.html' title='Vila do Porto - Santa Maria - Açores'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrqF0dnkWvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ro2Atvg1Fnk/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4784297423344096513</id><published>2009-09-23T20:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:19:24.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Fim de semana em São Miguel!!</title><content type='html'>No fim de semana de 19 e 20 de Setembro foi até São Miguel para realizar uma acção de formação (obrigatória) em Andebol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384753160666089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp8eFCqB3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3RpwlWAo820/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É verdade voltei a dar treinos de andebol, este ano vou treinar os minis e os infantis do &lt;a href="http://www.cdmarienses.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clube Desportivo “Os Marienses”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A viagem foi realizada no barco &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Viking”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e demorou 2 horas. O mar estava calminho, é verdade vi &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLFINHOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite de São Miguel foi um bocadito cansativa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384753590083378658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp83Evt3eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EYIz-8ts-7U/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-4784297423344096513?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4784297423344096513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4784297423344096513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4784297423344096513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4784297423344096513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/fim-de-semana-em-sao-miguel.html' title='Fim de semana em São Miguel!!'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp8eFCqB3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3RpwlWAo820/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4674939618808219421</id><published>2009-09-23T20:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:00:50.684+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aventura'/><title type='text'>Canyoning em Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>Tenho pena de não ter fotos dos lindíssimos sítios onde tenho feito canyoning. Indico apenas os nomes dos respectivos lugares (são magníficos) por onde já passei: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malbusca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ribeira do Amaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto deixo algumas ligações a sites que ilustram o canyoning por cá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecotecas.blogspot.com/2009/04/canyoning-em-santa-maria.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rede de Ecotecas dos Açores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://canyoningdesnivel.blogspot.com/search/label/Forma%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog da Desnível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aventour-net.com/home/principal/expedicao_canyoning_santa_maria.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aventour&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3121659258677551760-4674939618808219421?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4674939618808219421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4674939618808219421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4674939618808219421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4674939618808219421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/canyoning-em-santa-maria.html' title='Canyoning em Santa Maria'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4107964678747250157</id><published>2009-09-23T20:06:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:22:39.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta a ILHA (Santa Maria)</title><content type='html'>Julgo que as fotos falam por mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp03nwVCkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NOityt0VhXg/s1600-h/043+-+maia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384744803388164674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp03nwVCkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NOityt0VhXg/s320/043+-+maia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp0q5gmIzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xnF5_jEKiGc/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384744584815715122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp0q5gmIzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xnF5_jEKiGc/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entre a Maia e São Lourenço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp0SLg2GHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lcssFaSc6fw/s1600-h/065+-+ba%C3%ADa+de+s.+louren%C3%A7o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384744160151869554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp0SLg2GHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lcssFaSc6fw/s320/065+-+ba%C3%ADa+de+s.+louren%C3%A7o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; São Lourenço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpz-0963lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YI44uhJKrYo/s1600-h/085+-+barreiro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384743827682287186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpz-0963lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YI44uhJKrYo/s320/085+-+barreiro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barreiro de Santa Bárbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrpzxoPWlUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9Yr83UyEwJI/s1600-h/098+-+anjos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384743600927446338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrpzxoPWlUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9Yr83UyEwJI/s320/098+-+anjos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anjos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpzl_66y8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/DRcdTlgm3VE/s1600-h/105+-+praia+formosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384743401125759938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpzl_66y8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/DRcdTlgm3VE/s320/105+-+praia+formosa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Praia Formosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-4107964678747250157?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4107964678747250157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4107964678747250157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4107964678747250157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4107964678747250157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/volta-ilha-santa-maria.html' title='Volta a ILHA (Santa Maria)'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srp03nwVCkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NOityt0VhXg/s72-c/043+-+maia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-3187843729998004273</id><published>2009-09-23T19:46:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:05:28.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Workshop de Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na semana de 7 a 13 de Setembro participei no 1.º workshop de Yoga da Ilha de Santa Maria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui está uma mini-reportagem das aulas e do nosso almoço vegetariano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um muito obrigado a Professora Gabriela Barata (organização) e ao Professor Simão Monteiro pela sua disponibilidade e pela sua orientação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384738291566041474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpu8lU82YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j1pfNkJNGoE/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384737686033034818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrpuZViobkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d8G3jQgGW30/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aulas de yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384740079833762914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrpwkrJMzGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ckGnVlqS7Uk/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384740319968210802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpwypttr3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/9sE9i8gxLeA/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Almoço &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-3187843729998004273?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/3187843729998004273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=3187843729998004273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/3187843729998004273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/3187843729998004273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/workshop-de-yoga.html' title='Workshop de Yoga'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpu8lU82YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j1pfNkJNGoE/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-3075447752770134254</id><published>2009-09-23T19:32:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:46:31.681+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Sempre em atraso!</title><content type='html'>Não tem sido fácil escreve, pois ainda não tenho internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez mais uma semanita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis algumas fotos que tirei no primeiro fim de semana que passei em Santa Maria. Espero que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384733573926318482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpqp-v_cZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/21yCA4fybLc/s320/001+-+pico+alto+(sul).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384735491141742226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrpsZk7xLpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E63-jqu2gug/s320/002+-+pico+alto+(norte).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384734480853456578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrprexURVsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ybmxmGq0uUc/s320/003+-+pico+alto+(este).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384734822688528338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SrpryqwGl9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/3yuojKXxPE4/s320/005+-+pico+alto+(oeste).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Vistas do Pico Alto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-3075447752770134254?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/3075447752770134254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=3075447752770134254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/3075447752770134254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/3075447752770134254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/sempre-em-atraso.html' title='Sempre em atraso!'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Srpqp-v_cZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/21yCA4fybLc/s72-c/001+-+pico+alto+(sul).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4536846517506358755</id><published>2009-09-10T12:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:08:06.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegada a Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>Como devem saber,cheguei a Santa Maria no dia 2 de Setembro pelas 7 horas (o dia começou bem cedo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por aqui respira-se um ar bem diferente! Bem mais leve e sem &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (colégio) e bem cheio de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (da Gatinha, da família e dos amigos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo aqui a 1.ª fotografia que tirei mal aterrei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos e abraços para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até breve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379808766165773042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SqjrkcLX6vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/enmrV-5VtcA/s400/01+-+1.%C2%AA+foto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-4536846517506358755?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4536846517506358755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4536846517506358755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4536846517506358755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4536846517506358755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/chegada-santa-maria.html' title='Chegada a Santa Maria'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/SqjrkcLX6vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/enmrV-5VtcA/s72-c/01+-+1.%C2%AA+foto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-4793995263062056909</id><published>2009-09-03T13:22:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:54:28.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Maria - Açores - Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Sp-608a_GtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ryhQTbhY5Qc/s1600-h/mapaacores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221898838940370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Sp-608a_GtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ryhQTbhY5Qc/s400/mapaacores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eis que voltei, agora, de uma forma mais regular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretendo dar a conhecer, um pouquito, da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilha_de_Santa_Maria"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ilha de Santa Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no Arquipélago dos Açores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ilha situa-se no extremo sudeste do Arquipélago dos Açores, fazendo parte do grupo Oriental. Tem uma superfície de 97,4 &lt;a title="Quilómetro quadrado" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quil%C3%B3metro_quadrado"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;km²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; distribuída pelas cinco freguesias que compõem o concelho de Vila do Porto, o único da ilha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terá sido a primeira ilha dos Açores a ser avistada, por volta de 1427, pelo navegador português &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diogo_de_Silves"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diogo de Silves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consta-se que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crist%C3%B3v%C3%A3o_Colombo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cristóvão Colombo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; escalou na ilha no regresso da sua primeira viagem à América (Fevereiro de 1493).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até breve!&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/3121659258677551760-4793995263062056909?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/4793995263062056909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=4793995263062056909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4793995263062056909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/4793995263062056909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2009/09/santa-maria-acores-portugal.html' title='Santa Maria - Açores - Portugal'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Sp-608a_GtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ryhQTbhY5Qc/s72-c/mapaacores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-6766794119563658942</id><published>2008-04-09T11:49:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:41.034Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>AL CABAZ (Aveiro)</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma longa ausência, eis-me de volta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez venho dar a conhecer uma promissora e jovem empresa: o &lt;a href="http://alcabaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al Cabaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187198568425412194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/R_yhnXJpVmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HoOgynHsYrw/s320/alcabaza5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O &lt;a href="http://alcabaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al Cabaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é um serviço de entrega ao domicílio de produtos biológicos certificados (situado em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aveiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-6766794119563658942?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/6766794119563658942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=6766794119563658942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/6766794119563658942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/6766794119563658942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2008/04/depois-de-uma-longa-ausncia-eis-me-de.html' title='AL CABAZ (Aveiro)'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/R_yhnXJpVmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HoOgynHsYrw/s72-c/alcabaza5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-5761472231321364888</id><published>2007-08-28T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:41.862Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Fraguinha (Candal - Coelheira - S. Pedro do Sul)</title><content type='html'>Pode parecer impossível mas tenho que recomendar a todos este fantástico parque de campismo que dá pelo nome de &lt;a href="http://www.fraguinha.com/pt/carta.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRAGUINHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103779337616826498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtRERD6hIII/AAAAAAAAADw/YZI6KCeewp4/s400/Fraguinha+(112).JPG" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez eu, a linda &lt;a href="http://www.yellonomychaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gatinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e o pequeno &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alex Miau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (sem esquecer todas as outras maravilhosas pessoas que partilharam deste nosso fim-de-semana) decidimos conhecer este parque em plena serra da Arada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103781424970932370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtRGKj6hIJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u6Dobot2ZfY/s400/Fraguinha+(110).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O parque da &lt;a href="http://www.fraguinha.com/pt/carta.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fraguinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é muito mais do que um vulgar parque de campismo, devo dizer que serão muito bem recebidos pelos seus proprietários (Sr. Eduardo, Sra. Milú e pelo Miguel), o ambiente é algo de extraordinário (tipo familiar), situa-se a 100 km da cidade de Aveiro. Para todos os que pretendam um sítio belo, relaxante e com condições fora do normal (diria que são excelentes) não procurem mais vão até ao &lt;a href="http://www.fraguinha.com/pt/carta.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parque de Campismo Natural da Fraguinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que desfrutem bastante deste belo local…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103783761433141410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtRISj6hIKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3ejsDolQx54/s400/Fraguinha+(103).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Até breve.&lt;/span&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/3121659258677551760-5761472231321364888?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/5761472231321364888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=5761472231321364888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5761472231321364888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5761472231321364888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/08/fraguinha-candal-coelheira-s-pedro-do.html' title='Fraguinha (Candal - Coelheira - S. Pedro do Sul)'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtRERD6hIII/AAAAAAAAADw/YZI6KCeewp4/s72-c/Fraguinha+(112).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-8633063543579232855</id><published>2007-08-27T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:42.215Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Outeiro Alto (Cabril – Gerês)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é a linda &lt;a href="http://www.yellonomychaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gatinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; já começou a trabalhar, agora só vamos explorar estes belos recantos do nosso Portugal ao fim-de-semana. Recebemos o convite de uma amiga para ir até ao &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/campingouteiroalto/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outeiro Alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Cabril (para os mais desatentos fica no paraíso conhecido como &lt;a href="http://www.geira.pt/pnpg/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) para fazer canyoning (actividade que acabamos por não realizar) ao invés decidimos desfrutar da natureza e das belas piscinas naturais que encontramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/slideshow.html?id=2088116089"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103434017951260754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtMKMz6hIFI/AAAAAAAAADY/2tHGQUheII4/s400/Outeiro+Alto+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso dizer que valeu por tudo. Já agora conheçam a famosa &lt;a href="http://homepages.internet.lu/jquaresma/pt/historia/mizarela.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ponte da Misarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103435508304912498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtMLjj6hIHI/AAAAAAAAADo/MRy4_V1Nnv4/s400/Outeiro+Alto+(130).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te linda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellonomychaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gatinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, obrigado!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-8633063543579232855?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/8633063543579232855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=8633063543579232855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8633063543579232855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8633063543579232855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/08/outeiro-alto-cabril-gers.html' title='Outeiro Alto (Cabril – Gerês)'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtMKMz6hIFI/AAAAAAAAADY/2tHGQUheII4/s72-c/Outeiro+Alto+(10).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-5383344570953121738</id><published>2007-08-27T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:42.348Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Paredes de Vitória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de uma semana passada em pleno pirinéu, eu e a linda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellonomychaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gatinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, decidimos pegar no Catmobile (01/08/07) e ir curtir uns relaxantes dias junto a praia. Escolhemos para tal a “muito famosa” praia de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rt-leiriafatima.pt/linteresse.php?idreg=37"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paredes de Vitória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/slideshow.html?id=2088082398"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103429065853968450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtMFsj6hIEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0X3K7-kl5AM/s400/Paredes+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Para quem desconhece tão “famosa” localidade devo acrescentar que fica a 6 km da desconhecida praia de S. Pedro de Moel (direcção Sul). Fica a minha recomendação da praia, da localidade e do &lt;a href="http://www.roteiro-campista.pt/Leiria/parvit.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;parque de campismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem do local…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-5383344570953121738?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/5383344570953121738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=5383344570953121738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5383344570953121738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5383344570953121738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/08/vitria-de-paredes.html' title='Paredes de Vitória'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RtMFsj6hIEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0X3K7-kl5AM/s72-c/Paredes+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-5772980052303803011</id><published>2007-08-09T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:42.549Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>PIRINÉUS 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096817021301225474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RruIE6fS-AI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nNt_gMA1MdM/s400/Pirin%C3%A9us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poderia estar a descrever todo o que vive nestes seis dias (de 24 a 29 de Julho) passados nos Pirinéus, dizer que vale o sacrifício de percorrer fantásticos vales e escalar magníficas montanhas. Em vezes disso deixo-vos com a indicação de três páginas que de alguma forma descrevem a magnitude desta aventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/slideshow.html?id=2088845118"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://magicomomento.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kilimanjaro 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boxdesign.info/lagarto/lagarto/Pirineus/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pirinéus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os 18 montanheiros!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096819886044411938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RruKrqfS-CI/AAAAAAAAADI/7mCGNNLKz3s/s400/Montanheiros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boxdesign.info/lagarto/lagarto/Pirineus/"&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/3121659258677551760-5772980052303803011?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/5772980052303803011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=5772980052303803011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5772980052303803011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5772980052303803011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/08/pirinus-2007.html' title='PIRINÉUS 2007'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RruIE6fS-AI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nNt_gMA1MdM/s72-c/Pirin%C3%A9us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-5066970534725970384</id><published>2007-08-06T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:42.675Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World music'/><title type='text'>EU VOU!!!  E TU???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero que as férias estejam a correr hiper-bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho que confessar uma coisita, eu e a bela &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gatinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; já adquirimos os nossos e vocês estão a espera de quê???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peço desculpa, esqueci de dizer do que falo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/xavier-rudd.html"&gt;músico australiano&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/xavierrudd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xavier Rudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, vai estar no próximo dia 2 de Setembro na Sala 2 da Casa da Música no Porto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xavierrudd.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095693767094237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RreKe6fS99I/AAAAAAAAACg/Z5He-NGO12A/s400/PICT0002.JPG" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu e a linda &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gatinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; já confirmamos a nossa presença e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-5066970534725970384?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/5066970534725970384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=5066970534725970384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5066970534725970384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/5066970534725970384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-vou-e-tu_06.html' title='EU VOU!!!  E TU???'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RreKe6fS99I/AAAAAAAAACg/Z5He-NGO12A/s72-c/PICT0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-8629224087791633883</id><published>2007-07-11T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:42.938Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>O Avarento ou A Última Festa – Comédia em Cinco Actos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RpSw2BVGsHI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fs0WS3fuwG0/s1600-h/Cartaz+o+avarento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085884321324511346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RpSw2BVGsHI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fs0WS3fuwG0/s320/Cartaz+o+avarento.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No passado domingo (8 de Julho) a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gatinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decidiram ir ao teatro. Escolheram a peça (O Avarento ou a Última Festa), entram no seu “Catmobile” e numa viagem hiper-sónica chegaram ao seu destino ou seja ao &lt;a href="http://www.tnsj.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro Nacional São João&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (para os mais desatentos este belo edifício situa-se na cidade do Porto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"«O Avarento ou A Última Festa – Comédia em Cinco Actos» resulta da combinação de dois factores: em primeiro lugar, Ricardo Pais convidou o Teatro Praga a realizar uma co-produção com o Teatro Nacional São João; em segundo, José Maria Vieira Mendes propôs à companhia interpretar a sua versão do clássico «O Avarento», de Molière.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combinação surtiu efeito e entre o dia 27 de Junho a 8 de Julho que o Teatro Praga esteve em cena no TNSJ (Teatro Nacional São João), com «O Avarento ou A Última Festa – Comédia em Cinco Actos», nesta que é a sua estreia em termos de companhia no Porto, e que parte da reescrita que o dramaturgo português fez de uma das últimas comédias de Molière. Uma versão “livre e esquiva (leia-se: insolente)” de um daqueles textos teatrais considerados canónicos, mas que surpreende pela contemporaneidade visível na linguagem textual, no espaço cénico e no próprio elenco. De Molière e do século XVII, são poucas as frases ditas pois, segundo o actor Pedro Penim (o forreta Arpagão), o dramaturgo “faz pilhagens de outros textos, alguns dos quais estão bem identificados [«Édipo» de Sófocles, «Os Irmãos Karamazov» de Dostoiévski ou Dom Dinis e a Cantiga de Amigo - Ai flores, ai flores do verde pino], em paralelo, com uma linguagem muito actual, de 2007”, onde não faltam alusões à crise económica mundial, às taxas de juro cobradas pelos bancos, ao desemprego, à União Europeia, aos impostos... e tudo num diálogo, por vezes, “insolente, rápido, agressivo, violento e também poético”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta construção da escrita, a participação dos actores da companhia ficou-se por “sugestões residuais”, como fez saber Patrícia Silva, que em palco veste a personagem de Mariana (amor de Cleanto ‘Romeu Runa’, filho de Arpagão), ao que Cláudia Jardim (‘Elísia, filha de Arpagão’) acrescenta: “digamos que fomos cobaias e isso notou-se no terceiro acto, onde o Zé foi escrevendo à medida que íamos trabalhando a personagem”. Também ao nível do cenário, as intervenções são maioritariamente de Vieira Mendes e, uma vez mais, assentam em elementos actuais que descrevem os locais inerentes à história, como a casa de Arpagão e de Mariana, o jardim ou a oficina do engenheiro Maleiro, pretendente de Elísia, interpretado pelo actor Marcello Urgeghe. Não falta por isso um Citroën 2 cavalos de cor laranja, onde no vidro da frente figura um calendário típico das oficinas, um túmulo que reporta à ausência da mãe, a casota de um cão, o quarto decorado com posters de celebridades do cinema e outras, bem como a constante passagem de imagens de filmes projectadas numa tela, um sofá prostrado em frente ao televisor ou ainda uma mesa antiga que acolhe um sistema de som, cuja banda sonora alternativa impõe, em determinadas alturas da acção, uma pausa no diálogo. Nesta versão “livre e esquiva”, as diferenças geracionais que são o motor da intriga em Molière acabam por estar na mesma geração, uma vez que a dicotomia velho/novo só é perceptível pela distribuição das personagens, dada a jovialidade do elenco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085886279829598354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RpSyoBVGsJI/AAAAAAAAACY/T3W6obzig1A/s400/Avarento%252B-%252Bensaios%252Bpalco%252B-%252BJo%25C3%2583%25C2%25A3o%252BTuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;«O Avarento ou A Última Festa – Comédia em Cinco Actos» vem assim no seguimento da trilogia que José Maria Vieira Mendes tem feito sobre as relações entre pais e filhos, a temática do conflito que pode ou não ser geracional. O leque de personagens fica completo com D. Alzira, mãe de Mariana, interpretada pelas actrizes Paula Diogo/Sofia Ferrão; Anselmo, o criado de sete ofícios, pelo actor Rogério Nuno Costa e Varela, o preceptor de Elísia e Cleanto. Nesta co-produção com o Teatro Nacional São João, Vieira Mendes voltou a seduzir o Teatro Praga com um novo texto, depois do espectáculo «Super-Gorila», de 2005. Um desafio que só poderia ser interpretado por esta companhia, que se distingue pela desconstrução que faz das convenções teatrais. As próximas apresentações estão agendadas para Janeiro de 2008, no Convento da Saudação, em Montemor-o-Novo, nos dias 4 e 5, e no Centro Cultural de Belém, em Lisboa, de 11 a 19, respectivamente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In “O Primeiro de Janeiro” versão digital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em seguida o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Miau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e a fantástica &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gatinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decidiram percorrer a Rua Santa Catarina, mergulhando na cavernosa "FNAC", procurando por preciosos manuscritos e afins. Esta maravilhosa saga terminou com uma bela "francesinha" no Capa Negra II.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se valeu a pena???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tenho pena de quem perdeu "O Avarento ou A Última Festa – Comédia em Cinco Actos".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-8629224087791633883?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/8629224087791633883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=8629224087791633883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8629224087791633883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8629224087791633883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-avarento-ou-ltima-festa-comdia-em.html' title='O Avarento ou A Última Festa – Comédia em Cinco Actos'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RpSw2BVGsHI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fs0WS3fuwG0/s72-c/Cartaz+o+avarento.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-38419155322209239</id><published>2007-06-27T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:43.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World music'/><title type='text'>Ali Farka Touré</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RoJBThVGsGI/AAAAAAAAACA/0nwfA3amroI/s1600-h/mali_flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080695133247549538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RoJBThVGsGI/AAAAAAAAACA/0nwfA3amroI/s200/mali_flag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pioneiro de uma linguagem nascida dos blues, em diálogo com heranças profundas das músicas do Mali, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bA__bM7abhg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali Farka Touré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; foi um dos primeiros músicos de latitudes e longitudes exteriores aos eixos convencionais do mundo pop/rock com quem Ry Cooder trabalhou. O músico, de 67 anos, morreu em Março de 2006, de "doença prolongada", na sua casa, no Mali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.pt/music/Ali+Farka+Tour%C3%A9?q=Ali+Farka+Tour%C3%A9"&gt;Ali Farka Touré&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; não será contudo apenas lembrado como músico. Os tuaregues do norte do Mali recordá-lo-ão sempre como um dos que mais activamente lutaram pela paz durante a rebelião que protagonizaram nos anos 90. Eleito Presidente da Câmara da sua cidade natal, Niafunke (nas margens do Níger), deu também sinais de fuga ao livro de estilo habitual nos políticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com discos lançados internacionalmente desde os anos 80, só em 1994 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RoJA7xVGsFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9XREMeL1TSI/s1600-h/AliFarkaToure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080694725225656402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RoJA7xVGsFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9XREMeL1TSI/s200/AliFarkaToure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a sua música mereceu transversal e unânime reconhecimento. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking Timbuktu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; afirmou-se como registo de referência no panorama da world music. Esse álbum, assinado em parceria com Ry Cooder, valeu-lhe um Grammy, prémio que repetiu no ano passado, com &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The Heart Of The Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, de parceria com outro nome famoso da música do Mali: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imxBAodRpcs"&gt;Toumani Diabate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; partilhava com outros músicos, entre os quais &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOyj4ciJk34"&gt;John Lee Hooker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, um gosto por vozes profundas e ritmos mid-tempo, tocando frequentemente com acompanhamentos discretos e reduzidos ao essencial. Contudo, e apesar das marcas evidentes de linguagens "rotuladas" como bluesy na sua música, defendeu sempre que tinha raízes em tradições musicais do Norte do Mali, mais que de ecos colhidos nos Estados Unidos. Espantosamente, Ali Farka Touré era mais conhecido no estrangeiro do que no Mali...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-38419155322209239?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/38419155322209239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=38419155322209239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/38419155322209239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/38419155322209239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/ali-farka-tour.html' title='Ali Farka Touré'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RoJBThVGsGI/AAAAAAAAACA/0nwfA3amroI/s72-c/mali_flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-8951493030569604513</id><published>2007-06-21T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:43.504Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World music'/><title type='text'>Chirgilchin (throat singing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078480756640371778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnpjV1o01EI/AAAAAAAAABg/PdB0shcbsx8/s320/ad-chirgilchin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Da remota e isolada &lt;a href="http://www.tenoresdibitti.com/bittiexp05/huunhuurtu.htm"&gt;República Russa de Tuva&lt;/a&gt;, entre a Mongólia e a Sibéria, a mítica música ancestral do folclore asiático interpretada pelos exóticos “&lt;a href="http://www.purenaturemusic.com/chirgilchin.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chirgilchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”. Semelhante à música mongol e aos cantos budistas tibetanos, a música de montanha de efeitos etéreos, que o grupo “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgJhrZn8o-s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chirgilchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” apresenta baseia-se em cinco variantes diferentes de “&lt;a href="http://www.fotuva.org/music/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;throat singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”, uma forma de canto tradicional que se desmultiplica em várias tonalidades vocais, e utiliza o cavalo como inspiração para os seus ritmos vocais e percussivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atmosférica e hipnótica, a “&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;throat singing&lt;/span&gt;”, apesar de difícil de definir por palavras, pode descrever-se como uma música produzida pelo ressonar de sons baixos na garganta, criando uma assombrosa melodia, muito semelhante ao som de uma flauta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reconhecido como o nome mais emergente da musicalmente fértil cidade de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kyzyl"&gt;Kyzyl&lt;/a&gt;, “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chirgilchin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”, que em tuvano significa “milagre”, é constituído por quatro elementos, designadamente por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mongoul-Ool Ondar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, exímio praticante de seis estilos de “&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;throat singing&lt;/span&gt;”; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aldar Tamdyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, director da National Tuvan Orchestra of Tradicional Instruments e vencedor do Festival Internacional de Música Popular de Tuva na categoria de melhor instrumentista, e também ele o artesão de todos os instrumentos usados pelo grupo; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Igor &lt;em&gt;Koshkendey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; solista do grupo e vencedor do “Grand Prix of International Competition of Throat Singing” em 1998; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aidysmaa Koshkendey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, único elemento feminino da formação e também ela vencedora de várias competições de canto em Tuva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arte ancestral, mágica e repleta de enigmas e mistérios, o “&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;throat singing&lt;/span&gt;” de Tuva representa uma das mais fascinantes formas musicais em vias de extinção. Baseando a sua arte numa sofisticada técnica em que são explorados os harmónicos vocais, manipulando volume e timbre com a posição da boca e da língua, os representantes desta arte causam grande impacto no Ocidente pela espectacularidade das suas actuações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078481323576054866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rnpj21o01FI/AAAAAAAAABo/ER7Ux_3n8QY/s320/Chirgilchin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reprimida ao longo dos anos, foi com a queda da União Soviética que a mítica música ancestral tuvana recuperou a identidade e conquistou uma nova margem de progressão que hoje se reflecte nas inúmeras digressões internacionais que já levaram os “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chirgilchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” a actuar para centenas de plateias lotadas em Itália, Bélgica, Holanda, França, Finlândia, Noruega, Estados Unidos da América, Nova Zelândia ou Canadá, entre outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-8951493030569604513?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/8951493030569604513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=8951493030569604513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8951493030569604513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8951493030569604513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/chirgilchin-throat-singing.html' title='Chirgilchin (throat singing)'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnpjV1o01EI/AAAAAAAAABg/PdB0shcbsx8/s72-c/ad-chirgilchin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-1080010699438906911</id><published>2007-06-21T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:43.899Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonhos...'/><title type='text'>SONHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"!!! Quem é que nunca ouviu está frase??? Para os mais distraídos posso dizer que foi Martin Luther King quem a proferiu em Agosto de 1963, na cidade de Washington D.C. (E.U.A.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é sobre esse &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SONHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que pretendo falar, mas sim sobre um só m&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnpbCFo01BI/AAAAAAAAABI/n-HvwPzK8QQ/s1600-h/tanzania_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078471621244933138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnpbCFo01BI/AAAAAAAAABI/n-HvwPzK8QQ/s200/tanzania_flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eu. Quero partilhar, convosco e em especial com uma linda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;GATINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o meu sonho de conhecer a &lt;a href="http://www.tanzania.go.tz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TANZÂNIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem desconhece a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tanzânia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é um país da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;África Oriental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, limitado a norte pelo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Uganda&lt;/span&gt; e pelo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quénia&lt;/span&gt;, a leste pelo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oceano Índico&lt;/span&gt;, a sul por &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Moçambique&lt;/span&gt;, pelo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malawi&lt;/span&gt; e pela &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zâmbia&lt;/span&gt; e a oeste pela &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;República Democrática do Congo&lt;/span&gt; (fronteira exclusivamente lacustre, através do Lago Tanganica), pelo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Burundi&lt;/span&gt; e pelo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ruanda&lt;/span&gt;. O país inclui também o arquipélago de &lt;a href="http://www.threebestbeaches.com/zanzibar/uploaded_images/tbb-zanzibar04-782364.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zanzibar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, no oceano Índico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouquito de história!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.tanzaniaodyssey.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanzânia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; foi uma colónia alemã desde a década de 1880 e 1919. Foi colónia britânica entre 1919 e 1961. Pouco depois da independência, o Tanganhica e Zanzibar fundiram-se para criar a nação &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rnpbklo01CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/p7aFuUGlZVY/s1600-h/tanzania_map_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078472213950420002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rnpbklo01CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/p7aFuUGlZVY/s320/tanzania_map_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;da Tanzânia, a 26 de Abril de 1964. O regime de partido único chegou ao fim em 1995, ano em que se realizaram as primeiras eleições democráticas no país desde a década de 1970.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Algo de magnífico existe neste país, sim, estou a falar do belo &lt;a href="http://www.junglephotos.com/africa/afscenery/mountains/kilimanjaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monte Kilimanjaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. O &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=kilimanjaro&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677071&amp;amp;sspn=33.02306,81.738281&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=-3.721745,37.721558&amp;spn=2.598047,5.108643&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;t=h&amp;z=8&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kilimanjaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; situa-se no norte da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tanzânia&lt;/span&gt;, junto à fronteira com o &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quénia&lt;/span&gt;. É o ponto mais alto de África, com uma altitude de 5895 m. Este antigo vulcão, com o topo coberto de &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045162/"&gt;neves eternas&lt;/a&gt;, ergue-se no meio de uma planície de savana, oferecendo um espectáculo único.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Monte e as florestas circundantes, com uma área de 75.353 ha possuem uma fauna rica, incluindo muitas espécies ameaçadas de extinção e constitutem o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parque Nacional do Kilimanjaro&lt;/span&gt;, que foi inscrito pela &lt;a href="http://portal.unesco.org/en/ev.php-URL_ID=29008&amp;URL_DO=DO_TOPIC&amp;amp;URL_SECTION=201.html"&gt;UNESCO&lt;/a&gt; em 1987 na lista dos locais que são &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Património da Humanidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078472772296168498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnpcFFo01DI/AAAAAAAAABY/n_Y53vZSrog/s320/tanzania.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em Agosto de 2008 espero estar a passear neste belo país africano, acompanhado de uma linda &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GATINHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-1080010699438906911?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/1080010699438906911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=1080010699438906911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1080010699438906911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1080010699438906911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/sonho.html' title='SONHO...'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnpbCFo01BI/AAAAAAAAABI/n-HvwPzK8QQ/s72-c/tanzania_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-2477562731848247883</id><published>2007-06-19T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:44.167Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World music'/><title type='text'>Xavier Rudd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rne5Mlo00-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qyBnlarDCUY/s1600-h/AustraliaFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077730730796438498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rne5Mlo00-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qyBnlarDCUY/s320/AustraliaFlag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xavierrudd.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xavier Rudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é um músico australiano nascido no ano de 1978 em Torquay, na costa sul de Victoria. Pode dizer-se que é uma banda em pessoa, já que toca todos os instrumentos, tanto em estúdio como nas suas actuações ao vivo: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guitarra acústica, guitarra eléctrica, bateria, harmónica, didgeridoo e banjo&lt;/span&gt;, ao mesmo tempo que agita vários sinos ou pequenos badalos presos nas pernas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de “&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To let&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” (2002), lançou, em Agosto de 2005 o seu segundo álbum de originais: “&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”. Neste álbum &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVndSWvaMWU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grava cada tema como se fosse tocado ao vivo para transmitir toda a sua força e energia. O didgeridoo e a percussão que imprimiram a “To Let” um travo quase étnico estão lá, mas em doses mais moderadas, o que torna este disco mais homogéneo mas também menos invulgar do que o seu predecessor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suas letras abordam temas como os maus tratos aos indígenas aborígenes da sua pátria e as suas canções incidem sobre a humanidade, a espiritualidade e o ambiente; são canções compassivas e encorajadoras de como celebrar a vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rne5hlo00_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wxpoLarSVL4/s1600-h/xavierlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077731091573691378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rne5hlo00_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wxpoLarSVL4/s200/xavierlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que se torna impressionante, é o facto de este músico ter a capacidade de tocar percursão e guitarra em simultâneo e o talento de introduzir o som poderoso e assombroso desse fantástico instrumento, o didgeridoo, de forma harmoniosa com os restantes instrumentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é apreciador de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVHp-IKvN04"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeN23ioEhT8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGG4feQODxM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John Butler Trio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzthzJ1mryU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donavon Frankenreiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, vai gostar de conhecer a música de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OdJImQ5mRU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xavier Rudd&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3121659258677551760-2477562731848247883?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/2477562731848247883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=2477562731848247883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2477562731848247883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2477562731848247883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/xavier-rudd.html' title='Xavier Rudd'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rne5Mlo00-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qyBnlarDCUY/s72-c/AustraliaFlag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-8154251498380099684</id><published>2007-06-14T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:44.320Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World music'/><title type='text'>TINARIWEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnGHl1o009I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DcNnxAxw3EA/s1600-h/tinariwen100x70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075987339146482642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnGHl1o009I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DcNnxAxw3EA/s320/tinariwen100x70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sem nunca os ter visto ao vivo, apaixonei-me pelas suas canções assim que as ouvi!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poderia estar aqui a falar dos mais variados grupos, mas estou concretamente a falar dos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinariwen.com/"&gt;TINARIWEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento alguns estarão a perguntar-se: “Estamos a falar de quê???”&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;Tinariwen&lt;/strong&gt; são um grupo originário do &lt;strong&gt;Mali&lt;/strong&gt; (país africano limitado a oeste e norte pela Mauritânia, a norte pela Argélia, a leste pelo Níger, a sul pelo Burkina Faso, pela Costa do Marfim e pela Guiné e a oeste pelo Senegal. Capital: Bamako), com canções que valem a pena perdemos algumas horas.&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOu4fdlPiWI"&gt;TINARIWEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vêm do deserto do Sahara mas não são tuaregs, são imajeghen ("homens livres"). A sua história é digna de ser contada!!! A formação actual é constituída por Hassan, Abdallah, Mina, Wounou, Eyadou, Saïd e Elaga. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A não perder…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-8154251498380099684?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/8154251498380099684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=8154251498380099684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8154251498380099684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8154251498380099684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/tinariwen.html' title='TINARIWEN'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnGHl1o009I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DcNnxAxw3EA/s72-c/tinariwen100x70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-1692295142494760516</id><published>2007-06-14T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:44.509Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World music'/><title type='text'>Didgeridoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnExcFo008I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KDDNWPlD0C0/s1600-h/didgeridoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075892613642769346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnExcFo008I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KDDNWPlD0C0/s320/didgeridoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Didgeridoo é um instrumento de sopro, utilizado pelos Aborígenes australianos, que tem como principal característica o som grave, ressonante e rico em harmónicos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, vou informando que já existe a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-fatt.com/forum/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Associação Portuguesa de Didgeridoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que gostem e até lá sempre podem ouvir este belo som no youtube, para isso &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DC9w4KWEgJE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toc' Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3121659258677551760-1692295142494760516?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/1692295142494760516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=1692295142494760516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1692295142494760516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/1692295142494760516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/didgeridoo.html' title='Didgeridoo!!!'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RnExcFo008I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KDDNWPlD0C0/s72-c/didgeridoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-8186160728047512536</id><published>2007-06-11T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:44.657Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuvens'/><title type='text'>"Viajar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rmwbolo007I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E890QhAhdeo/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rmwbolo007I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E890QhAhdeo/s320/PICT0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074461264251769778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que deliram ao observar nuvens, que admiram uma boa trovoada, que imaginam desenhos “com vida”, que vêem coisas onde não existem, pessoas que gostam do normal e adoram o anormal...&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor do que "viajar"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-8186160728047512536?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/8186160728047512536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=8186160728047512536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8186160728047512536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/8186160728047512536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/viajar.html' title='&quot;Viajar&quot;'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/Rmwbolo007I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E890QhAhdeo/s72-c/PICT0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121659258677551760.post-2865310177806995570</id><published>2007-06-10T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:44.806Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>História da Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RmwH5Fo006I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bIylGGSFDlk/s1600-h/catblur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RmwH5Fo006I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bIylGGSFDlk/s320/catblur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074439557487055778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel Foucault, professor e filósofo francês, escreveu entre vários temas a História da Loucura.&lt;br /&gt;A filosofia moderna tem em Michel Foucault um de seus pensadores mais representativos, um de seus "clássicos". O livro tem um discurso revolucionário à medida que pôs em xeque concepções longamente confirmadas sob o rótulo de verdades científicas, como no campo da medicina psiquiátrica, em que sua análise crítica atingiu gravemente a operacionalidade terapêutica das noções tradicionais de sanidade e loucura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121659258677551760-2865310177806995570?l=historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/feeds/2865310177806995570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121659258677551760&amp;postID=2865310177806995570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2865310177806995570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121659258677551760/posts/default/2865310177806995570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasdaloucura.blogspot.com/2007/06/histria-da-loucura.html' title='História da Loucura'/><author><name>Mané</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03519721190402962291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXwFue6TZKw/RmwH5Fo006I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bIylGGSFDlk/s72-c/catblur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
