<?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-6037181</id><updated>2011-06-07T00:45:14.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIA NORTE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037181.post-115860068949975751</id><published>2006-09-18T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:31:29.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois é! não sei o porquê, mas senti necessidade de voltar a escrever.Os dias não tem sido faceis, duas crias com menos de um ano de diferença é dose e da grossa, férias, nem cheira-las, 24h sobre 24h ora a rir, ora a chorar, ora a comer, enfim uma preocupação constante, e o desejado descanço que não chega e eis que quando começas a sonhar, está na hora do biberão, é a vida que me vou habituando a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115860068949975751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=115860068949975751' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/115860068949975751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/115860068949975751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2006/09/pois-no-sei-o-porqu-mas-senti.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-114558606674818372</id><published>2006-04-21T03:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T03:21:06.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois de uma hibernação mental, e de muito vinho ter jorrado por toneis de todo este país, voltei a dar ao dedo, (porque só utilizo o dedo indicador) por este blog. Não sei por quanto tempo, talvez seja este o único e o último post. A ver vamos.Estou mais uma vez a trabalhar de noite em substituição de um colega que está de férias. Sinceramente estou farto desta coisa de andar sistemáticamente a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114558606674818372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=114558606674818372' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/114558606674818372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/114558606674818372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/depois-de-uma-hibernao-mental-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-110123780902541477</id><published>2004-11-23T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:23:29.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois é! cá estou e para variar se estou a escrever é porque estou mesmo muito f... O meu amigo cimbalino tambem deixou de participar na manutenção deste blog, dai ele se ter tornado negro.Dado que actualmente já tenho linha em casita, vou começar a divagar para a blogosfera.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/110123780902541477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=110123780902541477' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/110123780902541477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/110123780902541477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/11/pois-c-estou-e-para-variar-se-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-109874551297267661</id><published>2004-10-26T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T00:05:12.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois é! cá estou depois de um estagio de muitos meses, depois de promessas não cumpridas, tal e qual os nossos politicos, mas desta vez no repouso do meu lar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/109874551297267661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=109874551297267661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/109874551297267661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/109874551297267661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/10/pois-c-estou-depois-de-um-estagio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-108419210292434658</id><published>2004-05-10T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:30:06.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...O FCP parece ser a única coisa que ainda consegue enaltecer o nome desta nação por esse Mundo fora.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/108419210292434658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=108419210292434658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/108419210292434658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/108419210292434658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/05/uma-vida-de-um-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-108358791248740934</id><published>2004-05-03T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T13:42:47.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AVISO À NAVEGAÇÃO, VAI RECOMEÇAR ELES ANDEM AIIII</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/108358791248740934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=108358791248740934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/108358791248740934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/108358791248740934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/05/aviso-navegao-vai-recomear-eles-andem.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107591895093144474</id><published>2004-02-04T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:24:51.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...União ZoófilaRecebi este e-mail achei que deveria fazer um post, os cães merecem-no.A União Zoófila acolhe  mais de 800 cães, e precisa da ajuda de todos.Este não é um pedido de dinheiro.  É que com o frio, vento e chuva, oscanis tornam-se locais desoladores, frios e húmidos, em que muitodificilmente estes animais conseguem  aquecer-se.Mesmo nestas  condições,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107591895093144474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107591895093144474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107591895093144474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107591895093144474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/02/uma-vida-de-um-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107582827785143384</id><published>2004-02-03T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-03T17:13:36.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...MOMENTOSMomentos, nem todos eles são o que desejávamos, mas por isso mesmo são momentos. A experiência que temos da nossa vivência começa a dar-nos algumas luzes para o futuro que se avizinha, sim porque, coisa boa não é certamente, pode parecer pessimismo, mas, sou português.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107582827785143384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107582827785143384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107582827785143384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107582827785143384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/02/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107546741606199302</id><published>2004-01-30T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-30T12:59:08.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...SCP - FCPUm grande jogo vai acontecer e espero que os Dragões acalmem as hostes e não façam os habituais destrutivos, para o bem do futebol.Que ganhe o melhor em campo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107546741606199302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107546741606199302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107546741606199302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107546741606199302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/uma-vida-de-um-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107477498703411324</id><published>2004-01-22T12:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:38:28.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Frase do Dia"Carpe Diem, quam minimum credula a postero".Goze o dia e deposite o minimo de confiança possivel no amanhã.Horácio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107477498703411324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107477498703411324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107477498703411324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107477498703411324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107451765568764563</id><published>2004-01-19T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-19T13:09:33.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...CHEGO À CAPITAL E SOU LOGO BRINDADO COM UM BELO BANHO DE SOL, OBRIGADO LX.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107451765568764563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107451765568764563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107451765568764563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107451765568764563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107419117213955785</id><published>2004-01-15T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:28:05.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...VIAGENS PARA A MINHA TERRA INão fora o prazer de ver sorriso espalmado na cara dos meus progenitores as viagens para a minha terra seriam muito menos, começo a sentir o pesar das malas nas minhas costas três anos depois de ter deixado a cidade invicta. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107419117213955785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107419117213955785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107419117213955785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107419117213955785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107419073662578836</id><published>2004-01-15T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:20:49.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...THE RINGPara quem gosta de emoções fortes recomendo que vá ao seu VC (vídeo clube) e leve para casa o DVD. E no fim tente dormir antes de entregar o filme.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107419073662578836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107419073662578836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107419073662578836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107419073662578836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107419073662578836.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107418950259399192</id><published>2004-01-15T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:00:15.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Não tenho escrito por falta de motivação, penso que o estado da nação reflecte um pouco o meu sentimento.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107418950259399192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107418950259399192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107418950259399192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107418950259399192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107418950259399192.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107408119886765797</id><published>2004-01-14T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-14T11:55:10.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004Ano novo, vida nova. E o que posso dizer é que este blog tem estado muito amorfo desde que se iniciou o ano.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107408119886765797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107408119886765797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107408119886765797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107408119886765797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/2004-ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107348535506273118</id><published>2004-01-07T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-07T14:22:54.630Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Durante a minha vida actual,  pois das outras nada me lembro, ouvi de forma insistente que a minha hora haveria de chegar.A minha duvida é:Que hora será essa?Teremos direito a várias horas ou apenas a uma?E se a minha hora for durante a hora de sono?Devo desde já avisar seja quem for que tenha a responsabilidade de determinar essa hora, que recuso de forma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107348535506273118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107348535506273118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107348535506273118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107348535506273118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107331591528496281</id><published>2004-01-05T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-05T15:18:54.440Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>88Pois é, fim de festa e o resultado não podia ser mais dramático, muito gym, dieta e Álcool, nem ver lo.Espero no fim desta semana estar mais animado.Um bom ano 2004 para todos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107331591528496281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107331591528496281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107331591528496281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107331591528496281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2004/01/88-pois-fim-de-festa-e-o-resultado-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107278623479686323</id><published>2003-12-30T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-30T12:10:52.406Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Estou completamente lixado, todos os anos é a mesma coisa. Pelo início do mês de Dezembro lá começam eles a chegar. Sorrateiramente batem-nos à porta e pronto, já está, mais um convite para um jantar de natal, de fim de ano. É o jantar entre amigos da faculdade, onde se recordam as fantásticas bebedeiras normalmente carregadas de muito vómito e gajas, muitas gajas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107278623479686323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107278623479686323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107278623479686323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107278623479686323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107243811553934650</id><published>2003-12-26T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-26T11:28:51.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...NATALPois é, o Natal acabou e muitos sonhos terão terminado para muitas crianças e adultos. E dora avante será somente visto o lado material do Natal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107243811553934650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107243811553934650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107243811553934650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107243811553934650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107218537264040832</id><published>2003-12-23T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:16:28.393Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NATAL COM A FAMILIAEstamos a atravessar mais uma época festiva destinada à Família, sim, essa instituição que cada vez mais está em decadência pelo despertar da sociedade para outros campos. É importante que todos nós pelo menos nesta época do ano, tentemos unir o que demais sagrado existe a FAMÍLIA. Um Santo Natal para todos vós.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107218537264040832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107218537264040832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107218537264040832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107218537264040832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/natal-com-familia-estamos-atravessar.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107218020800035186</id><published>2003-12-23T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T11:50:23.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...À D. AMÉLIAExistem alturas na vida em que as palavras perdem todo o significado.O que dizer?Como confortar a dor de um amigo?A presença torna-se mais importante do que palavras de circunstância.O silencio diz tudo. Contudo, registo aqui apenas algumas palavras.São para ti. São para a tua mãe.Meu amigo, um grande e sentido abraço e o desejo que ultrapasses a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107218020800035186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107218020800035186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107218020800035186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107218020800035186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107211615286957586</id><published>2003-12-22T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-22T18:02:48.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...FIM DE SEMANANão tenho nada para dizer, mas como é um dever escrever, falemos do fim de semana passado no norte de Portugal. Compras e mais compras e menos € no bolso, tomei uma decisão, jamais utilizarei dinheiro vivo, dora avante só o plástico.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107211615286957586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107211615286957586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107211615286957586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107211615286957586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107182593304115847</id><published>2003-12-19T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-19T09:29:41.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...CRÉDITO- Desculpe...mas estou interessado em mudar de casa. Vi uma lindíssima na foz de 7 assoalhadas, que tenho de comprar. Mas o problema é que não tenho dinheiro nenhum, estou desempregado, a minha esposa também, estou inibido de passar cheques, acabei de sair da prisão, tenho um filho toxicodependente que é bichona e ainda por cima benfiquista.- Benfiquista!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107182593304115847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107182593304115847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107182593304115847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107182593304115847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107177271031471529</id><published>2003-12-18T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:38:44.456Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O FIMNão fiques assimA pensar em mimEu escolhi assimNão fiques assimVais desesperar quando vires o fimNão fiques malO sofrer é normalTudo tem um fimEu escolhi assim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107177271031471529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107177271031471529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177271031471529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177271031471529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/o-fim-no-fiques-assim-pensar-em-mim-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107177116075655266</id><published>2003-12-18T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:12:55.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...SÓ ME APETECE FUGIRHoje estou com pouca vontade de me esforçar mais, estes últimos dias não foram fáceis para mim, tive de me exaltar com pessoas que preso e respeito, mas não consigo admitir falhas profissionais, ver pessoas com a idade dos meus pais a escorrerem lagrimas e a admitirem que não conseguem fazer mais, custa, para quem diz e para mim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107177116075655266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107177116075655266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177116075655266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177116075655266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107177071443507805</id><published>2003-12-18T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:05:29.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALMA GÉMEAÀ quem busque a sua alma gémeaEu tambémAlma gémea onde estás tu que não te encontroSerás uma miragemSerás uma ilusãoAlma gémea, porque insistes em me rasgar o sentimentoTu não existes, mas és omnipresente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107177071443507805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107177071443507805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177071443507805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177071443507805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/alma-gmea-quem-busque-sua-alma-gmea-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107177061387709138</id><published>2003-12-18T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:03:48.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...2004 EM GRANDE......QUEDAEsta manhã sou surpreendido com as noticias e a previsão dos aumentos para o próximo ano, tudo vai aumentar para além da estimativa da inflação, o que se passa com este pais? Oh meus amigos...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107177061387709138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107177061387709138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177061387709138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177061387709138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107177061387709138.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107177021284397860</id><published>2003-12-18T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T17:57:06.740Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...CONTINUAÇÃO DO COMENTÁRIO "DESPESAS CORRENTES"Este tema será alvo certamente de um post, dada a multiplicidade de factores económicos envolvidos. É verdade que deve ser repensada a política de empréstimos, pena é que andamos sempre ao contrario, 1º deveria ter sido pensada a política de empréstimos e depois é que se deveria emprestar, mas somos portugueses, triste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107177021284397860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107177021284397860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177021284397860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107177021284397860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107177021284397860.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107148796559319584</id><published>2003-12-15T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-15T11:32:58.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...DESPESAS CORRENTESO expresso on-line promove uma analise sobre como os portugueses pensam gastar o 13º mês.É incrível como apenas 16,6% pensa em gastar em prendas de natal e 66.6% afirma que esse dinheirito será canalizado para pagar despesas correntes.Se perguntássemos aos portugueses como pensariam gastar o 24 mês, qual seria a resposta?... pagar despesas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107148796559319584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107148796559319584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107148796559319584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107148796559319584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107123811203105651</id><published>2003-12-12T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T14:17:30.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Não há nada mais agradável para passar uma tarde de sábado, do que entrar num desses jornais online e passar os olhos, não pelos artigos lá expostos, normalmente publicados por consagrados jornalistas, analistas, especialistas, chupistas e outros mais acabados em ...istas, mas para assistir a um autentico wrestling verbal entre pseudo analistas e comentadores. Enfim, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107123811203105651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107123811203105651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107123811203105651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107123811203105651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107123144772724459</id><published>2003-12-12T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T12:17:40.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Este comentário não é meu, mas como  o achei magnífico, aqui vai...UMA QUESTAO DE PRIORIDADES:Alguns jornais garantem que, no orcamento de Estado para 2004, o governo vaicortar na educação e vai investir mais na defesa.Ou seja, a boa noticia e que vamos ter submarinos e helicópteros novinhos emfolha.A má noticia é que vamos continuar a ter alunos a escrever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107123144772724459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107123144772724459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107123144772724459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107123144772724459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107123144772724459.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107116297634032704</id><published>2003-12-11T17:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T17:23:37.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Por um erro do serviço de comentários do qual esta gerência é completamente alheia, fui obrigado a colocar na integra o comentário ao post anterior com um outro post.Pelo facto peço desculpas ao postman anterior, ficando desde já a promessa ao post, que todas as responsabilidades serão devidamente apuradas e todos os danos causados ao referido e visado post, serão  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107116297634032704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107116297634032704' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107116297634032704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107116297634032704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107116297634032704.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107116299902208726</id><published>2003-12-11T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T17:19:47.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Eu, a meu ver e dentro dos meus parâmetros educacionais acho que deveríamos dar uma oportunidade a todos estes criadores de animais de luta.Todos erramos, e sendo assim também estes pobres homens deveriam ter uma oportunidade para se redimirem.Desta forma, e esta é a minha opinião, acho que se deveria untar com sangue cada um destes criadores, apostadores, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107116299902208726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107116299902208726' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107116299902208726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107116299902208726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107115906421112264</id><published>2003-12-11T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T16:11:16.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...LUTAS DE CÃESO que pensam sobre este tema?Tenho um post feito, mas preferi antes de o editar, saber os vossos comentários. É um tema que muito me incomoda pensar e muito mais falar e ver, mas os mais recentes acontecimentos, fizeram-me temer o pior com um desaparecimento de um lindo Mastim Napolitano "Enzini". Penso que é importante a opinião de todos, pois é um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107115906421112264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107115906421112264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107115906421112264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107115906421112264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107115906421112264.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107108240710631052</id><published>2003-12-10T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:53:39.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...AMIZADE - ROWING - BERLIMEste post é dedicado a todos aqueles atletas que se dedicaram e dedicam ao desporto mais completo do universo REMO. Aproveito ainda, para enviar um grande abraço a um amigo e companheiro de barco, SAMUEL AGUIAR atleta Olímpico. Os maiores sucessos profissionais para ti, espero que rapidamente comeces a exercer a Arquitectura e deixes a tua </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107108240710631052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107108240710631052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107108240710631052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107108240710631052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107105106890848948</id><published>2003-12-10T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T10:11:21.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Todas as fotos deste blog, têm o patrocínio exclusivo de... Shinho (By Espada Relativa).Tankiu beri matche</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107105106890848948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107105106890848948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107105106890848948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107105106890848948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107105106890848948.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107098234310212356</id><published>2003-12-09T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-09T15:05:55.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CAMINHO DE SANTIAGORegressei de Santiago e já tenho vontade de lá voltar e desta volta para conhecer a cidade...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107098234310212356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107098234310212356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107098234310212356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107098234310212356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/caminho-de-santiago-regressei-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107063973748783749</id><published>2003-12-05T15:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:55:47.960Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Durante algum tempo hesitei  se deveria colocar isto em blog. Mas o ridículo atingiu dimensões tais, que não consegui resistir e resolvi partilhar com a blogosfera (que neste caso se resumem a 3 pessoas), aquilo que mais não é, do que uma  tentativa de alguém com um curso superior, com um cargo superior, numa empresa estatal superior, em alterar a todo o custo a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107063973748783749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107063973748783749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107063973748783749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107063973748783749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107056839672869441</id><published>2003-12-04T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:06:47.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...HARD DAYHoje foi um dia difícil a volta dos números necessitava de blogar um pouco para descontrair, pois vou chegar a casa e vou ter a companhia de quatro paredes brancas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107056839672869441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107056839672869441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107056839672869441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107056839672869441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107056817310314529</id><published>2003-12-04T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:03:04.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...O MAR E A SUA NOSTALGIAAo fazer um comentário na espada deu-me uma enorme nostalgia e saudades do contacto que tinha com o mar e quando pegava na minha prancha e me fazia a ele.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107056817310314529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107056817310314529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107056817310314529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107056817310314529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107056817310314529.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107056690335447102</id><published>2003-12-04T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:11:18.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...LA VIE EN ROSEA vida nem sempre nos reserva o que esperamos ou o que achamos...Nós é que temos que fazer por a vida e para que as coisas acontecam.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107056690335447102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107056690335447102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107056690335447102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107056690335447102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107056690335447102.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107055694135595249</id><published>2003-12-04T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T16:55:51.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...CORA cor ConvidaA cor enganaA cor CongelaA cor é bela como ela</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107055694135595249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107055694135595249' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107055694135595249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107055694135595249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107055694135595249.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107045254115556104</id><published>2003-12-03T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-03T11:55:51.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VERBA VOLANT, SECRIPTA MANENTDizem que a Brisa mudaÉ verdadeMas tu és sempre constanteNa tua imutabilidadeÉs a força que faz moverÉs o ar que sustentaÉs a água que enche a lagoaÉs o fogo que aqueceSim, és tu, e amo-te por issoMd'SB</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107045254115556104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107045254115556104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107045254115556104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107045254115556104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/verba-volant-secripta-manent-dizem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107036607328578869</id><published>2003-12-02T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-02T11:54:42.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Não sei o que fazer...estou bloqueado.Não percebo nada de nada!Se virar à esquerda, deveria ter virado à direita, se virar à direita deveria ter virado à esquerda.Não percebo nada de nada!Que passo dar?Caminhar a todo o gás, sem medo?Recuar de forma estratégica?Simplesmente esperar?Que jogo é este? Quais as regras? Ora foda-seContinuo sem perceber...nada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107036607328578869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107036607328578869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107036607328578869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107036607328578869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-107004087179133592</id><published>2003-11-28T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:34:40.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Este fim de semana o norte vai-se transferir pró sul, ai, ai...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107004087179133592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107004087179133592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107004087179133592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107004087179133592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107004016756417690</id><published>2003-11-28T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:22:56.696Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...“No extremo oposto da atracção, está a repulsa”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107004016756417690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107004016756417690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107004016756417690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107004016756417690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-107003999824387774</id><published>2003-11-28T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:21:15.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Aqui estão e já lá estavam O jardim e a arvore A serpente junto às raízes O fruto de ouroA mulher à sombra dos ramosO caudal de àgua e o espaço ervosoAqui estão e já lá estavam</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/107003999824387774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=107003999824387774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107003999824387774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/107003999824387774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_107003999824387774.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106993411207759541</id><published>2003-11-27T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:59:57.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Hoje e como sempre que posso vou blogando e na minha passagem pela Espada Relativa, faço um comentário ao post de Brisa "ultraje" que mereceu uma resposta  por parte do Manhoso, dado a dificuldade de responder em tão poucos caracteres estou a servir-me do comentário para fazer este post:"Manhoso, relativamente à casa pia nunca foi minha intenção dizer que deveria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106993411207759541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106993411207759541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106993411207759541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106993411207759541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106993212274879153</id><published>2003-11-27T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:22:11.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106993212274879153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106993212274879153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106993212274879153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106993212274879153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106993212274879153.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106969714799395645</id><published>2003-11-24T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:07:02.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIREITOS E GARANTIASTodos ou quase todos temos pelo menos um automóvel e convém ter conhecimento de alguns direitos que nos assistem em determinadas situações. Falando em concreto, se o veiculo que temos é assistido na marca e as peças de desgaste são sempre de origem, tomem em atenção que essas tem garantia da marca, independentemente daquilo que o vendedor ou o mecânico, vos tente dizer pelo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106969714799395645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106969714799395645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106969714799395645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106969714799395645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/direitos-e-garantias-todos-ou-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106942400805957093</id><published>2003-11-21T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T14:15:14.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O IDEALDepois de uma noite passada a ler, faço esta pergunta há homens ou mulheres ideais?Não! não vos vou dizer o que estive a ler, por isso, podem dizer o que acham.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106942400805957093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106942400805957093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942400805957093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942400805957093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/o-ideal-depois-de-uma-noite-passada.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106942381153223416</id><published>2003-11-21T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T14:10:18.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOMEM DAS CAVERNASDefinitivamente hoje sou o homem das cavernas e tinha necessidade de invernar e aguardar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106942381153223416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106942381153223416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942381153223416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942381153223416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/homem-das-cavernas-definitivamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106942354519428299</id><published>2003-11-21T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T14:05:52.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAIN IIPorque será que hoje que tanto necessitava de um dia de sol para compensar o clarão desta noite a ajuda foi chuva.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106942354519428299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106942354519428299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942354519428299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942354519428299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/rain-ii-porque-ser-que-hoje-que-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106942323175405614</id><published>2003-11-21T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T14:00:39.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAINA tristeza apoderou-se da minha alma, não há nada que faça alterar este estado, nem mesmo o tempo. O vazio parece uma caractera de um vulcão descativado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106942323175405614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106942323175405614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942323175405614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106942323175405614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/rain-tristeza-apoderou-se-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106935248524951149</id><published>2003-11-20T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:21:32.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido..."São sempre os que eu recordo que me esquecem...Mas digo para mim: «Não me merecem...»"...In O meu orgulho - Florbela Espanca Sonetos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106935248524951149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106935248524951149' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106935248524951149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106935248524951149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106933931310297294</id><published>2003-11-20T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T14:46:38.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...DECLARAÇÃO DE RENDIMENTOSFico satisfeito com o comportamento do Ministério das Finanças do actual governo, lembraram-me que ainda não tinha entregue a declaração de rendimentos de 2002, fiquei muito agradecido, porque só me vieram lembrar que sou credor do estado numa quantia bastante apreciável, o meu obrigado à Dra. Manuela Ferreira Leite.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106933931310297294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106933931310297294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106933931310297294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106933931310297294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106933931310297294.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106933898949301541</id><published>2003-11-20T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T14:36:36.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Penso logo existo.Eu só gostava de poder concretizar tudo o que penso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106933898949301541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106933898949301541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106933898949301541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106933898949301541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106933898949301541.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106926665585875673</id><published>2003-11-19T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:31:02.490Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a cheia de muitos sentidos para a aniversariante de hoje.ESCORPIÕES EM GRANDE FESTA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106926665585875673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106926665585875673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106926665585875673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106926665585875673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-cheia-de-muitos-sentidos-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106926646073843129</id><published>2003-11-19T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:16:01.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem foi um dia muito especial para mim.Dia 18 de Novembro de 2003, um daqueles dias que bem podia... não ter acontecido.Tudo levava a crer que seria um dia calmo, sereno, sem stress. Patrão fora, coleguinhas fora, nada nem ninguém para aborrecer e estragar um dia, ... por sinal ensolarado.Manhã...Trânsito, Trânsito, Trânsito, Trânsito, Trânsito......nada de anormal.Café: Dois pela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106926646073843129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106926646073843129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106926646073843129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106926646073843129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/ontem-foi-um-dia-muito-especial-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106923730315436795</id><published>2003-11-19T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T10:21:49.816Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...ANIVERSÁRIOHoje é um dia especial, pois se hoje não tivesse nascido determinada pessoa, certamente não seria um homem feliz como sou. O meu obrigado e os meus parabéns para a mãe E.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106923730315436795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106923730315436795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106923730315436795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106923730315436795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106923678431908760</id><published>2003-11-19T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T10:13:11.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...A FOZ E O SEU ENCANTOHoje acordei com uma incrível saudade de ver o mar da foz do douro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106923678431908760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106923678431908760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106923678431908760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106923678431908760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106923678431908760.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106923612794144737</id><published>2003-11-19T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T10:02:14.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...A1 SUL -&gt; NORTE - STUDENT CITYApós o rescaldo da gripe que finalmente parece começar a ficar dominada pelo "MIRAMIG", vou rumar à capital do estudante.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106923612794144737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106923612794144737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106923612794144737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106923612794144737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106923612794144737.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106909255170473822</id><published>2003-11-17T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:09:18.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...MALDITA QUE NÃO ME DEIXAS...Hoje o dia não está nada fácil depois de uma noite mal dormida por causa de uma gripe que insiste em ficar. O meu corpo já não anda, arrasta-se, ai, ai....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106909255170473822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106909255170473822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106909255170473822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106909255170473822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106882806706522130</id><published>2003-11-14T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:43:59.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Esta tarde pus-me a pensar que estaria a ficar perto do ponto de saturação. Mas de imediato lembrei-me. Qual será o meu verdadeiro ponto de saturação?Qual será o meu limite?Por que medidas me poderei avaliar?A saturação no trabalho será igual à de tudo o resto?Poderei estar a confundir todas a emoções e a joga-las todas no mesmo saco, a avalia-las todas pela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106882806706522130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106882806706522130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106882806706522130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106882806706522130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106875457528571299</id><published>2003-11-13T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T20:16:20.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...VILA REAL - ALTO DOURO - DOURO SUPERIORCimbalino,  já que por ai estás, aproveita e delicia-te com um belo repasto gastronómico.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106875457528571299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106875457528571299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106875457528571299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106875457528571299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106874890382467067</id><published>2003-11-13T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:41:48.803Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...ENDORFINASVocês sabem o que são? São as enzimas que libertam a sensação do bem estar no corpo humano.</summary><link rel='replies' 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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-6037181.post-106874857635104807</id><published>2003-11-13T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:36:21.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Coisas há que acontecem e não são faladas, nem escritas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106874857635104807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106874857635104807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106874857635104807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106874857635104807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106874857635104807.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106873566294762861</id><published>2003-11-13T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T15:01:08.456Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...ABSOLUTO Rasgo o poema que escrevi.Porque exprime na perfeição a alegria que sinto por tiEstes sentimentos quero que sobrevivamSei que nunca poderei proclamar todos elesEste amorNão pode ser proclamado a todo mundoAssim, apenas poderei espalhar estas palavras por esta varanda e esperar que criem raízes.Por isso deixo que o vento se encarregue de espalhar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106873566294762861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106873566294762861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106873566294762861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106873566294762861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106873566294762861.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106865074886138732</id><published>2003-11-12T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-12T15:25:53.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...ABSOLUTOA busca do perfumeA busca do ideal , isto é,A forma suprema da BelezaA procura do absolutoA existência do inexistenteDo intangívelA procura afinal de quêE porquêSe o absoluto, és tu e só tuMSB</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106865074886138732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106865074886138732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106865074886138732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106865074886138732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106857459752295911</id><published>2003-11-11T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:16:42.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido..."Emoções e sentimentos, são distintos"António Damasio</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106857459752295911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106857459752295911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106857459752295911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106857459752295911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106857439463915064</id><published>2003-11-11T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:13:19.553Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...NOTICIA DE ULTIMA HORAApesar de ter morrido um Agente da PSP, por falta de meios para deter criminosos em fuga, a PSP, vai ver diminuído o seu orçamento em 6% para o próximo ano.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106857439463915064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106857439463915064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106857439463915064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106857439463915064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106857439463915064.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106856945293631936</id><published>2003-11-11T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:50:57.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OS ESTUDANTES E O SEU DESENVOLVIMENTO INTELECTUALANTES 1974No regime ditatorial, só alguns tinham coragem para estar no lado de lá, era necessário intervir, construir uma "Democracia". Aqui sim, foi motivo de orgulho o movimento estudantil.PÓS 1974Entre 1974 e princípios de 1980, os estudantes ainda tiveram um papel intervertido na alteração dos planos curriculares. Entramos na década de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106856945293631936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106856945293631936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856945293631936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856945293631936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/os-estudantes-e-o-seu-desenvolvimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106856881227920748</id><published>2003-11-11T16:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:42:40.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Dos países mais desenvolvidos a nível social e cultural do mundo, daqueles que apresentam um melhor nível de vida e bem estar social, são sem sombra de dúvida os países do norte da Europa.  São países onde o ensino e a saúde está incluída nos impostos que a população paga. São também dos que têm a carga fiscal mais elevada.Mas toda a gente paga. E o crime fiscal é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106856881227920748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106856881227920748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856881227920748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856881227920748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106856881227920748.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106856600140141771</id><published>2003-11-11T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T15:53:26.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106856600140141771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106856600140141771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856600140141771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856600140141771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106856600140141771.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106856204632878868</id><published>2003-11-11T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:47:30.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Por "via" de ter alterado o servidor dos comentários deste blog, todos os anteriores comments foram à "bida".Por isso se quiserem acrescentar novamente aos comentários os vossos "pensameintos"...os bloguistas agradecem...sem mais...Não percam o sentido da vossa vi(d)a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106856204632878868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106856204632878868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856204632878868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106856204632878868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106856204632878868.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106854581788521318</id><published>2003-11-11T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:17:02.620Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106854581788521318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106854581788521318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106854581788521318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106854581788521318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106854581788521318.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106854503842539347</id><published>2003-11-11T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:06:08.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...A HISTÓRIA E OS ESTUDANTES PORTUGUESESA grande resposta que os estudantes deste país estão a dar a um governo ignóbil,  fascista e acima de tudo  ignorante da realidade portuguesa é  de uma MATURIDADE, como há muito não se via neste pais e como há muito não se via na Europa. Temos de recuar até tempos em que o totalitarismo, a ditadura, o quero posso e mando  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106854503842539347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106854503842539347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106854503842539347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106854503842539347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106854503842539347.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106849334982968964</id><published>2003-11-10T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:42:34.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...IMATURIDADE DOS ESTUDANTES PORTUGUESESPergunto eu, até quando acham que vai ser possível Portugal um pais com grandes dificuldades estruturais poder continuar a ter em ensino superior gratuito? A Constituição da Republica Portuguesa prevê muitas coisas como direito a saúde, à habitação e a única coisa que efectivamente continua a ser gratuita é o ensino.Eu, acho </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106849334982968964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106849334982968964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106849334982968964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106849334982968964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106847020672502789</id><published>2003-11-10T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T13:16:51.306Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CORA cor ConvidaA cor enganaA cor CongelaA cor é bela como elaMSB</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106847020672502789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106847020672502789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106847020672502789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106847020672502789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/cor-cor-convida-cor-engana-cor-congela.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106846349576310562</id><published>2003-11-10T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T11:25:00.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Passou-se, enfim, mais uns dias a  olhar o vazio, até que a luz volte a brilhar. A noite e as insónias que insistem em não me largar,  porque será que o sono não é como um interruptor?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106846349576310562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106846349576310562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106846349576310562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106846349576310562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_106846349576310562.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106813638201228684</id><published>2003-11-06T16:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:37:15.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...Acordo mais uma vez com o som estridente do despertador. O estardalhaço é tal  que a cama estremece. Com tal alvoroço é impossivel ficar na cama.Precipitadamente e antes que acorde todo o prédio tento alcançar a razão de tal alvoroço.São cinco horas da manhã...ainda tenho mais duas horas de sono.Mais uma vez penso numa alternativa para o despertador.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106813638201228684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106813638201228684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106813638201228684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106813638201228684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/uma-vida-de-um-sentido_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106813539321584653</id><published>2003-11-06T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:16:36.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vi(d)a de um sentido...A TUA VOZA tua vozMais do que frases eruditasMais do que palavras de amorA tua vozAcalma o meu interiorContém o meu desejo por não te terA tua vozAcalma o meu luarContém o meu serA tua vozDesperta o meu amorAcalma o desesperoA tua vozFaz-me dançar no sonharFaz-me sentir-te no entrelaçarA tua vozFaz-me renascer na impossibilidade de te verFaz-me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6037181.post-106805376711874831</id><published>2003-11-05T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T17:36:10.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMPLEXO VITAMINICOSinto-me a fluir, tenho de sair e tentar encontrar o que a espontaneidade imediatica me fez despejar, que com prazer foi rebuscado daquela montra.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106805376711874831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106805376711874831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106805376711874831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106805376711874831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/complexo-vitaminico-sinto-me-fluir.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106804101047460596</id><published>2003-11-05T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T14:30:50.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHEGAMOSEste blog pretende ser um espaço de comunicação aberta, acima de tudo, será um espaço, em que  tentamos exprimir o que nos vai na alma.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106804101047460596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106804101047460596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106804101047460596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106804101047460596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/chegamos-este-blog-pretende-ser-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106803958153275125</id><published>2003-11-05T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T13:42:03.036Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morallis is ready to rock and roll...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106803958153275125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106803958153275125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106803958153275125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106803958153275125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/morallis-is-ready-to-rock-and-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>Morallis</name><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-6037181.post-106803290754705837</id><published>2003-11-05T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T11:50:52.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou indeciso!Não sei porque via deverei circular.Se pela via da esquerda, normalmente para os mais rápidos, de ultrapassagem, de quem quer chegar primeiro do que qualquer outro a algum sítio, lugar, objectivo. Se pela via da direita, devagar devagarinho, a apreciar a paisagem, a vê-los passar.Estou indeciso...não sei.Vão comendo tudo... os da frente...os da esquerda! Não vão deixando nada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106803290754705837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106803290754705837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106803290754705837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106803290754705837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/estou-indeciso-no-sei-porque-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106802216970853587</id><published>2003-11-05T08:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T09:13:44.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interrogo-me constantemente sobre o sentido da vida. Sobre o meu sentido.Para onde caminho? O que me espera no final desta caminhada?Não sei...apenas sei que não há retorno possível.Esta é uma Vi(d)a de apenas um sentido.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106802216970853587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106802216970853587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106802216970853587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106802216970853587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/interrogo-me-constantemente-sobre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106802145666209527</id><published>2003-11-05T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:37:39.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gostava simplesmente... de ser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106802145666209527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106802145666209527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106802145666209527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106802145666209527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/gostava-simplesmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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-6037181.post-106802138624667436</id><published>2003-11-05T08:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:38:50.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O dia começa sem noticias.Será possível!!Como seria viver num mundo sem noticias?Sem nada...no vazio total...(..................................................................................)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/feeds/106802138624667436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037181&amp;postID=106802138624667436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106802138624667436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037181/posts/default/106802138624667436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vianorte.blogspot.com/2003/11/o-dia-comea-sem-noticias.html' title=''/><author><name>Cimbalino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06607680402058545712</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></feed>
