<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944</id><updated>2009-11-06T02:42:01.534Z</updated><title type='text'>MIXTU</title><subtitle type='html'>Hace dos días escuché a un viejito hablar que hay personas que piensan que viven en 2010… ¿cómo es posible?

Yo he preguntado, ¿cómo eran esas personas?...
Felices… me a respondió… con una larga sonrisa, miraban el cielo de color azul…</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-785827453436481977</id><published>2010-10-29T00:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:38:47.239Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sujj0r_mhVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gQ3QVb_DZEw/s1600-h/10sem%20título[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397814647705732434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sujj0r_mhVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gQ3QVb_DZEw/s400/10sem%2520t%25EDtulo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Caminhamos… num caminho que se faz andando, eu com o meu cajado que me auxilia nas minhas maleitas e ela radiosa como o sol que brilha na Serra… olho para trás:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- “Curioso, somos dois e apenas existe uma sombra atrás de nós…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- “Porque será se não me levas ao colo, será porque eu não te critico e te compreendo?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mais à frente… um pássaro com duas asas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- “Curioso, olha ali um pássaro com duas asas…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- “Todos os pássaros têm duas asas que se coordenam de forma perfeita para que levantem voo...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Caminamos… por un camino que se hace andando, ella radiante como el sol que brilla en la Sierra… veo hacia atrás:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: ESfont-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;“Curioso, somos dos y sólo hay una sombra detrás de nosotros…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: ESfont-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;“Porque será si no me llevas en brazos, será que es porque non te critico y te comprendo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: ESfont-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;“Curioso, mira allí un pájaro con dos alas..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: ESfont-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;“Todos los pájaros tienen dos alas que se coordinan de forma perfecta para que levanten el vuelo…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Tradução de castellano para portugués: Carmiña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-785827453436481977?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sujj0r_mhVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gQ3QVb_DZEw/s72-c/10sem%2520t%25EDtulo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-8903531167546223582</id><published>2010-10-01T12:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:41:28.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sr32I1r9YaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N0OCFnawvlc/s1600-h/kima13.1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385731361115824546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sr32I1r9YaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N0OCFnawvlc/s400/kima13.1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Susana vino a la Sierra muy joven, Aquí se casó y muy pronto enviudó, Actualmente está rejuntada con un señor de Sabugueiro, no se casan para no perder la pensión de jubilación que recibe de su ex-marido, Es una mujer fuerte y toda resuelta, el otro día fue a hacer necesidades al matorral, cogió unas hojas de col y allá fue, pero las ganas de hacer caca desaparecieron, pero no dio el tiempo por mal empleado, aprovechó y trajo un brazado de hojas de pino para su cerda paridera que todos los años da dos camadas, lo que constituye una importante fuente de ingresos para sus escasos réditos,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Susana es una de las muchas señoras de este lugar que atiende a los que tienen mal de ojo, Es un cuenco con agua y después echa de 4 a 6 gotas de aceite de oliva, tiene que ser aceite de oliva virgen y no puede tener más de 1 grado de acidez,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Si las gotas se separan es porque hay mal de ojo, la mayoría de las veces una vecina envidiosa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Yo no creo en nada de eso, pero la verdad es que ya me estaba desesperando por no tener novia, llegué a pensar en serio en la construcción de un convento como el El Rey hizo en Mafra,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Doña Susana, yo la trato de doña a pesar de no tener nada que se pueda decir que es de ella, un día me llegó a casa, y me dijo que había viste el aceite que yo tenía una protección, que ella había hecho una oración y que eso yo iba a tener una novia con manos frías para hacer el queso de la sierra, coincidencia o no, aquí está la chica rubia para molerme los sesos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Susana veio para a Serra muito jovem, cá casou e muito cedo enviuvou, Actualmente está amantizada com um senhor (não se casam para não perder o complemento de reforma que recebe do ex-marido), É uma mulher rija e toda despachada, no outro dia foi fazer necessidades ao mato, pegou numas folhas de couve e lá foi, mas a vontade para obrar desapareceu, não deu o tempo por mal empregue, aproveitou e trouxe uma padiola de caruma para a sua porca parideira que todos os anos dá duas ninhadas, o que constitui uma importante fonte de rendimentos para os seus parcos réditos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Susana é uma das muitas senhoras deste lugarejo que vê os maus-olhados, É numa tigela com água e depois entorna 4 a 6 gotas de azeite( têm de &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ser de azeite virgem e não pode ter mais de 1º de acidez), Se as gotas se separam é porque há mau olhado, a maioria das vezes de uma vizinha invejosa, Eu não acredito em nada disto, mas a verdade é que eu já estava a ficar desesperado por ainda não ter uma moçoila, cheguei seriamente a pensar em construir um convento como El Rei fez em Mafra,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;A dona Susana (eu trato-a por Dona apesar de ela não ter nada que possa dizer que é seu e nunca teve filhos doutores) um dia chegou-me a casa e disse que tinha visto no azeite que eu estava com um encosto, que tinha feito uma reza, por isso ía ter em breve uma moçoila loira e com as mãos frias para fazer um bom queijo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Coincidências ou não, cá está por casa uma moçoila para me moer o juízo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Tradução de castellano para português: Carmiña&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-8903531167546223582?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8903531167546223582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=8903531167546223582' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8903531167546223582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8903531167546223582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/09/susana-vino-la-sierra-muy-joven-aqui-se.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sr32I1r9YaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N0OCFnawvlc/s72-c/kima13.1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-2825606201837295381</id><published>2010-09-08T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:09:39.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi colega pastor/meu colega pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SqQaGlP8cWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/B5XxVUwpb4A/s1600-h/Ilze_Liepaja02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378452555367739746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SqQaGlP8cWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/B5XxVUwpb4A/s400/Ilze_Liepaja02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Siempre aprendí a apreciar mi colega pastor que tenía un rebaño del otro lado del monte, persona solidaria, de pocas palabras… vino a la sierra por amor…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Había ido a estudiar a Coimbra, ciudad grande, y allí conoció a una chica encantadora, cariñosa, bonita, de ojos del color del mar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;La chica también era natural de la Sierra, al contrario que el pastor ella se adaptó a la gran ciudad… se convirtió en una persona dinámica en constante movimiento… detentora de una época en la que no se tiene tiempo para nada, tal es la cantidad de cosas que se tienen que hacer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Se amaban y por amor se dejaron… ella necesitaba hacer la vida con una persona igualmente dinámica… para tener una vida tranquila no hubiera salido de la Sierra… él intentó ser esa persona dinámica que ella deseaba, pero iva contra su naturaleza, la Sierra estaba en su cuerpo y en su alma…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ayer… las campanas de la iglesia tocaron a rebato… por el número de campanadas… el pueblo dijo, “era un hombre”…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Acababa de morir mi amigo pastor… Pocas personas en el funeral… sólo las que hacía falta que estuvieran presentes… 4 personas para llevar el ataúd…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Fue en la tumba nº5 en la fila 12 del cementerio en Sabugueiro... en la tumba nº 5 en la línea 11, justo frente a la tumba del pastor... la niña de los ojos del color del cielo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;Hablé con el enterrador: "No lo puedo hacer... solo los sacerdotes son enterrados así" pero finalmente accedió...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;Después de haberse ido todos, empujamos la caja y la giramos hacia oriente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;después de tantos años separados... tienen mucho que hablar... cara a cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;Descansa em paz, Alberto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: ESfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;color:#444444;"   &gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Sempre aprendi a admirar o meu colega pastor que tinha um rebanho do outro lado do monte, pessoa solidária, de poucas falas… veio para a serra por amor… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Tinha ido estudar para Coimbra, cidade grande, e aí conheceu uma menina meiga, carinhosa, linda... de olhos cor do mar, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;A menina era também natural da Serra mas, ao contrário do pastor, ela adaptou-se à grande cidade… tornou-se uma pessoa dinâmica… um correr constante… detentora de um tempo onde não se tem tempo para nada, tal é a quantidade de cousas que se tem que fazer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Amavam-se e por amor se deixaram… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;ela necessitava de fazer vida com uma pessoa igualmente dinâmica… para ter uma vida calma ela não teria saído da serra… ele tentou ser essa pessoa dinâmica que ela desejava mas ia contra a sua natureza, a serra estava no seu corpo e na sua alma…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Ontem… os sinos tocaram a rebate… pelo número de sinais… logo o povo disse: “foi homem…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Tinha acabado de falecer o meu amigo pastor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Poucas pessoas no funeral… só as que faziam falta é que estiveram presentes… Eu e mais 3 pessoas para carregarem nas 4 pegas do caixão…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Ficou na campa nº 5 da fila 12 do cemitério do Sabugueiro… na campa nº 5 na carreira 11, mesmo em frente à campa do pastor… a menina de olhos cor do céu…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Falei com o coveiro: “não o posso fazer… só os sacerdotes são enterrados assim” mas acabou por anuir… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Depois de todos terem saído… puxámos o caixão e virámo-lo para nascente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;depois de tantos anos separados… eles têm muito que falar… olhos nos olhos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Descansa em paz… Amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Tradução de castellano para portugués: Carminha,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-2825606201837295381?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/2825606201837295381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=2825606201837295381' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/2825606201837295381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/2825606201837295381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/09/mi-colega-pastormeu-colega-pastor.html' title='Mi colega pastor/meu colega pastor'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SqQaGlP8cWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/B5XxVUwpb4A/s72-c/Ilze_Liepaja02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-8022397435412278403</id><published>2010-08-23T11:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:15:34.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27 pepitas de chocolate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SpAgCtFeJMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m2CDlnxXraI/s1600-h/12045me5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372829586287371458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SpAgCtFeJMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m2CDlnxXraI/s400/12045me5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Ele, um simples pastor, exame da 4ª classe… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Ela, uma doutora linda como o sol, formada em Coimbra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Desceram a Serra da Estrela e foram a uma gelataría muito famosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;Um gelado de leite com 27 pepitas de chocolate… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;ele come o gelado e vai deixando as pepitas para a sua enamorada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;No final, não havia gelado, apenas 27 pepitas… ela teve o mesmo gesto para com o pastor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;sorriram…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;A seguir o café, Buondi, ela gosta do café sem açúcar, mas ela vai usar meio pacote… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;para que se sinta o doce da sua boca… &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Él un simple pastor… Ella una doctora que estudió en Coimbra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Descendieron de la Sierra y fueron a una heladería muy famosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Un helado de nata con 27 pepitas de chocolate, él come el helado y va dejando las pepitas para su novia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Al final, no quedado helado, apenas 27 pepitas… ella, tuve el mismo gesto hacia él… sonrieron…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;A continuación el café, Buondi, a ella le gusta el café sin azúcar, hoy ella va a usar medio sobre… para que se sienta el dulzor de su boca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;Traducción de castellano para portugués: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-8022397435412278403?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8022397435412278403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=8022397435412278403' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8022397435412278403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8022397435412278403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/08/27-pepitas-de-chocolate.html' title='27 pepitas de chocolate...'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SpAgCtFeJMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m2CDlnxXraI/s72-c/12045me5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-7272046127336075462</id><published>2010-08-06T14:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:45:53.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Está del otro lado/ Está do outro lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SnmS6ISZzUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xI4cEQ3rD24/s1600-h/gato+quente+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366481958343396674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SnmS6ISZzUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xI4cEQ3rD24/s400/gato+quente+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoy he traído mi rebaño hasta los pastizales junto al nacimiento del Río Mondego...&lt;br /&gt;Me ha hecho pensar: "Y cuando el río tuvo que abrirse camino hasta encontrar el mar? Ahora le se resulta fácil, pero al principio de los tiempos...&lt;br /&gt;A veces pensamos que somos río... aguas que corren... que nos hacen parecer que nos movemos...&lt;br /&gt;Será que aún soy río? O ya soy mar? Y qué sensación de inquietud y de movimiento también nos da el mar a través de sus ondas...&lt;br /&gt;si fuese río espero que tenga sólo una margen... Así no tendré que construir puentes y no tengo que sentir que alguien está del otro lado... en una posición inalcanzable...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;Hoje trouxe o meu rebanho até pastagens junto à nascente do Rio Mondego…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;Fez-me pensar: “E quando o Rio teve que desbravar caminho até encontrar o mar? Para ele agora é fácil, mas no início dos tempos…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;Por vezes pensamos que somos Rio… águas que correm… que nos fazem parecer que nos movemos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;Será que ainda sou Rio? Ou já sou Mar? É que a sensação de inquietude e de movimento também nos dá o Mar através das suas ondas…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;Se for Rio… espero que ele tenha apenas uma margem… Assim não terei que construir pontes e não tenho que sentir que alguém está do outro lado… numa posição inalcançável…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;tradução de castellano para portugués: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-7272046127336075462?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/7272046127336075462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=7272046127336075462' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7272046127336075462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7272046127336075462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/08/esta-del-otro-lado-esta-do-outro-lado.html' title='Está del otro lado/ Está do outro lado'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SnmS6ISZzUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xI4cEQ3rD24/s72-c/gato+quente+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-4028089863956428591</id><published>2010-07-27T20:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:52:34.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alguna estabilidad emocional/alguma estabilidade emocional...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Smyx-fLMt6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qK9GpJygmBM/s1600-h/1129498899_gal_3_091_malarka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362856943369893794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Smyx-fLMt6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qK9GpJygmBM/s400/1129498899_gal_3_091_malarka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; La sierra no es para todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para mantener alguna estabilidad emocional, cualquier pastor necesita una mujer... quesera de preferencia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para quien es tímido, solo le queda pedirle ayuda a una amiga que le busque una chica limpia, trabajadora y honesta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Después de alguna resistencia, la única amiga que tengo, Susana, me presentó dos chicas, pero una era tuerta, la Margarida, y la otra no tenía una pierna... creo que le faltaba una pierna, porque cojeaba mucho... jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy he encontrado a mi amiga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Flacas amigas me conseguiste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- No son amigas mías, algún día te he apresentado a mis amigas? Tú no eres de fiar, no quiero ver a ninguna amiga llorando... las mujeres no han sido hechas para cuidar de la casa y hacer queso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A serra não é para todos… &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Para manter alguma estabilidade emocional um pastor necessita de uma mulher… queijeira de preferência,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Para quem é tímido só lhe resta pedir ajuda a uma amiga para lhe arranjar uma moçoila limpinha, trabalhadora e honesta, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Depois de alguma resistência, “tens que ser tu a desenrascar-te”, a Susana apresentou-me duas moçoilas, mas uma era zarolha, julgo que se chamava Margarida e a outra não tinha uma perna… julgo que não tinha uma perna pois ela coxeava muito…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hoje encontrei a minha amiga:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Fracas amigas me arranjaste…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Não são minhas amigas, algum dia apresentava-te as minhas amigas? Tu não és de confiança, não quero ver nenhuma amiga a chorar… as mulheres não foram feitas para cuidar da casa e para fazer queijo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tradução de castellano para portugués: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-4028089863956428591?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/4028089863956428591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=4028089863956428591' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4028089863956428591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4028089863956428591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-sierra-no-es-para-todos.html' title='alguna estabilidad emocional/alguma estabilidade emocional...'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Smyx-fLMt6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qK9GpJygmBM/s72-c/1129498899_gal_3_091_malarka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-6581430819155499652</id><published>2010-07-17T19:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:04:53.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sueño todas las noches/sonho todas as noites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SlY1BYIqFdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/S6-pyy1mHYU/s1600-h/Bella_444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356527104578688466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SlY1BYIqFdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/S6-pyy1mHYU/s400/Bella_444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Fui a la farmacia, nada grave... un callo en el pie que la señora Casumira no me consigue quitar con rezos, ya que parece que no es "mal de ojo", y aproveché y traje una caja de preservativos para mi hijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para el callo del pie, la farmacéutica me recetó comprimidos... luego, en la altura desconfié. Que tiene que ver la boca con los pies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mis dudas sobre la receta tuvieron sentido... es que ahora sueño todas las noches que hago sexo con la farmacéutica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoy al final del día:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Papá, Has comprado preservativos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- No, me he olvidado... (no vaya el sueño a volverse realidad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fui à farmácia, nada de grave… um calo no pé que a Sra. Casumira não me consegue tirar com rezas pois parece que não é “mau-olhado” e aproveitei… trouxe uma caixa de preservativos para o meu filho…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para o calo no pé a farmacêutica receitou-me comprimidos… logo na altura fiquei desconfiado, o que a boca tem a ver com os pés?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As minhas dúvidas sobre o receituário fizeram sentido…é que agora sonho todas as noites que faço sexo com a farmacêutica, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje, ao fim do dia:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Pai, compraste preservativos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;- Não… (não vá o sonho se tornar realidade)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;Tradução de castellano para portugués: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-6581430819155499652?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/6581430819155499652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=6581430819155499652' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/6581430819155499652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/6581430819155499652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/07/fui-la-framacia-nada-grave.html' title='sueño todas las noches/sonho todas as noites...'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SlY1BYIqFdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/S6-pyy1mHYU/s72-c/Bella_444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-8992703662044364595</id><published>2010-06-29T22:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:20:30.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que quieres que te traiga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SkfaTqtCz0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/cT9zbBJYGIA/s1600-h/kima58[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352486713568710466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SkfaTqtCz0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/cT9zbBJYGIA/s400/kima58%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Tener un rebaño de ovejas me permite sentarme y oir en la Sierra a outro par de enamorados, ella se va de vacaciones a Jamaica,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;“Que quieres que te traiga? Mis amigos me han pedido una camiseta… Quieres que te traiga una?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Él:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;“De ti sólo quiero que vengas tranquila, cariñosa y que me digas: te amo… ya sabes lo que deseo de ti… un hijo y un BMW…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ter um rebanho de ovelhas permite-me sentar e ouvir a Serra e um outro par de enamorados, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ela vai de férias para a Jamaica, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;“O que queres que te traga? Os meus amigos pediram-me uma t-shirt … queres que te traga uma?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ele:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;“ De ti só quero que venhas calminha, carinhosa e me digas: Amo-te… depois se um dia me quiseres oferecer algo, já sabes o que desejo de ti… um filho e um BMW…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tradução de castellano para portugués: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-8992703662044364595?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8992703662044364595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=8992703662044364595' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8992703662044364595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8992703662044364595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-quieres-que-te-traiga.html' title='Que quieres que te traiga?'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/SkfaTqtCz0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/cT9zbBJYGIA/s72-c/kima58%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-8591730437063151819</id><published>2010-06-18T00:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:26:23.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando se dice muchas veces una palabra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sjl2Lnb2cdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yRExkasue2k/s1600-h/12044%20KIM%20ANDERSON-BON%20VOYAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348435974415610322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sjl2Lnb2cdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yRExkasue2k/s400/12044%252520KIM%252520ANDERSON-BON%252520VOYAGE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A la sierra... además de los pastores... también los enamorados suben hasta la Torre para tocar el cielo... e intercambiar juramentos de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llevaba el rebaño junto a la Laguna Comprida, escuché a una muchachita:&lt;br /&gt;" Sabes... cuando se dice muchas veces una palabra, parece que ya no tiene el mismo significado. Por eso te voy a decir te adoro en vez de te amo..."&lt;br /&gt;Él: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú, ciertamente, has oído muchas veces tu nombre... quieres que en vez de Margarita pase a llamarte Inés?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A Serra… para além dos pastores… os enamorados sobem à Torre para tocarem o céu… e trocarem juras de amor…&lt;br /&gt;Há dias quando levava o rebanho até junto da Lagoa Comprida, escutei uma moçoila: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Sabes… quando se diz muitas vezes uma palavra parece que ela já não tem o mesmo significado, Por isso é que te vou dizer Adoro-te em vez de Amo-te…”&lt;br /&gt;Ele: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Tu, certamente, já ouviste muitas vezes o teu nome… queres que em vez de Margarida te passe a chamar de Inês?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tradução de castellano para portugués: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-8591730437063151819?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8591730437063151819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=8591730437063151819' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8591730437063151819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8591730437063151819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuando-se-dice-muchas-veces-una-palabra.html' title='Cuando se dice muchas veces una palabra...'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sjl2Lnb2cdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yRExkasue2k/s72-c/12044%252520KIM%252520ANDERSON-BON%252520VOYAGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-5056250897179996916</id><published>2010-06-04T16:54:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:09:18.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Era un sueño/Era um sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sifw1QIEPGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QMwDhLXTNVc/s1600-h/10066573.0[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343504280550915170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sifw1QIEPGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QMwDhLXTNVc/s400/10066573.0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi mujer fue hasta el mercado de la ciudad más próxima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando llegó venía sonriendo... le habían dicho como piropo:&lt;br /&gt;"Eres un Sueño..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le voy a comprar ropa para tapar sus senos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los únicos piropos que recibí hasta ahora, fue cuando tenía un Fiat Punto, e para poder subir la Sierra de la Estrella tenía que ser siempre muy despacio...&lt;br /&gt;"Camello..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algunos hasta tenían cuidado de abrir la ventana... pensaban que yo iba despacio por ser sordo... jajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piropos... Cuál más bonito, el que hicieron o el que recibieron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mulher foi até ao mercado da cidade mais próxima, quando chegou vinha a sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tinham-lhe dito como piropo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Era um sonho..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou-lhe comprar roupa que lhe tapem os seios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os únicos piropos que recebi foi quando tinha um Fiat Punto... o subir a serra tinha que ser sempre muito devagarinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Camelo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... alguns até tinham o cuidado de abrir a janela... na certa, pensavam que eu andava devagar por ser surdo, yayaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piropos, qual o mais engraçado que fizeram ou receberam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tradução de castellano para portugués: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04409835880341708861" rel="nofollow"&gt;El Navegante&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12327560869327942134" rel="nofollow"&gt;Steki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-5056250897179996916?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/5056250897179996916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=5056250897179996916' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/5056250897179996916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/5056250897179996916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/06/eres-un-suenoes-um-sonho.html' title='Era un sueño/Era um sonho...'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/Sifw1QIEPGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QMwDhLXTNVc/s72-c/10066573.0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-8015276422495718597</id><published>2010-05-17T17:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:07:59.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que não é por muito avançar que se amanhece mais perto do sol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/ShLiD-4rC7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/kkshhGwbrpM/s1600-h/20060328060903-me-gustas[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577066435644338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/ShLiD-4rC7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/kkshhGwbrpM/s400/20060328060903-me-gustas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ¿Cómo hacerte saber que siempre hay tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;Que uno sólo tiene que buscarlo y dárselo.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie establece normas salvo la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida sin ciertas normas pierde forma.&lt;br /&gt;Que la forma no se pierde con abrirnos.&lt;br /&gt;Que no está prohibido amar.&lt;br /&gt;Que las heridas se cierran.&lt;br /&gt;Que las puertas no deben cerrarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que la mayor puerta es el afecto.&lt;br /&gt;Que los afectos nos definen.&lt;br /&gt;Que definirse no es remar contra la corriente.&lt;br /&gt;Que no cuánto más fuerte se hace el trazo, más se dibuja.&lt;br /&gt;Que buscar un equilibrio no implica ser tibio.&lt;br /&gt;Que negar palabras es abrir distancias.&lt;br /&gt;Que encontrarse es muy hermoso.&lt;br /&gt;Que el porqué de los niños tiene un porqué.&lt;br /&gt;Que querer saber de alguien no es sólo curiosidad.&lt;br /&gt;Que autodeterminación no es hacer las cosas solo.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie quiere estar solo.&lt;br /&gt;Que para no estar solo hay que dar.&lt;br /&gt;Que para que nos den también hay que saber como pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Que saber pedir no es regalarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que para que nos quieran debemos demostrar que somos.&lt;br /&gt;Que para que alguien sea hay que ayudarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Que ayudar es poder alentar y apoyar.&lt;br /&gt;Que cuándo no hay placer en las cosas no se está viviendo.&lt;br /&gt;Que se siente con el cuerpo y la mente.&lt;br /&gt;Que con los oídos se escucha.&lt;br /&gt;Que cuesta ser sensible y no herirse.&lt;br /&gt;Que herirse no es desangrarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que para no ser heridos, levantamos muros.&lt;br /&gt;Que quién siembra muros, no recoge nada.&lt;br /&gt;Que sería mejor construir puentes.&lt;br /&gt;Que sobre ellos se va a la otra orilla y también se vuelve.&lt;br /&gt;Que volver no implica retroceder.&lt;br /&gt;Que retroceder también puede ser avanzar.&lt;br /&gt;Que no por mucho avanzar se amanece más cerca del sol.&lt;br /&gt;- Mario Benedetti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tal como qualquer livro que se preza... tem um prefácio de Mário Soares, Rebelo de Sousa... aqui deixo parte de um post do Francis a ter aqui igual utilidade:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"O &lt;a href="http://mixtu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mixtu&lt;/a&gt; voltou. O melhor blogue do planeta está de volta. Vão até lá e vejam com os vossos próprios olhos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sai um queijo de qualidade para este homem de(a) Saúde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-8015276422495718597?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8015276422495718597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=8015276422495718597' title='84 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8015276422495718597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/8015276422495718597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-nao-e-por-muito-avancar-se-amanhece.html' title='Que não é por muito avançar que se amanhece mais perto do sol.'/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/ShLiD-4rC7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/kkshhGwbrpM/s72-c/20060328060903-me-gustas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>84</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-424902289936283118</id><published>2009-05-02T11:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:14:47.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem ler este texto é sinal que está vivo... (no 1º comentário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quien lea este texto es señal de que está vivo... (2º comentario en castellano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tradução: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-424902289936283118?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/424902289936283118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=424902289936283118' title='182 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/424902289936283118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/424902289936283118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>182</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-7770732838323950040</id><published>2009-04-15T01:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:15:16.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos bailes da Serra da Estrela as meninas só dançavam com os rapazes da terra ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(continua no 1º comentario)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En los bailes de la Sierra de la Estrella las muchachas sólo bailaban con los muchachos de la tierra ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(continua en lo 2º comentario)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tradução:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987276997548287866" rel="nofollow"&gt;Carmiña&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-7770732838323950040?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/7770732838323950040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=7770732838323950040' title='103 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7770732838323950040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7770732838323950040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2005/12/nos-bailes-da-serra-da-estrela-as.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>103</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-7452478277174722235</id><published>2009-04-01T14:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:15:38.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Una gran verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(El nacimiento de un hijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desde la perspectiva de un padre).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma grande verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(O nascimento de um filho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na perspectiva de um pai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Post en lo 1º e 2º comentario (portugués e castellano)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tradução: &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070553846406251604" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366cc;"&gt;RAFAEL REYES LÓPEZ DE NEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-7452478277174722235?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/7452478277174722235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=7452478277174722235' title='128 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7452478277174722235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7452478277174722235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2005/12/1-de-abril-una-gran-verdad-el.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>128</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-4276661138998948935</id><published>2009-03-14T15:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:15:59.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R9pn2-9Ey7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/w3N66Q9kRCU/s1600-h/TOALLA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177564915925568434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R9pn2-9Ey7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/w3N66Q9kRCU/s400/TOALLA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mixtu, Carmencita y una toalla en Benidorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Encuentro de Poesía en Benidorm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poesía en lo 1º e 2º comentario (portugués e castellano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-4276661138998948935?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/4276661138998948935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=4276661138998948935' title='143 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4276661138998948935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4276661138998948935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2008/03/mixtu-carmencita-y-una-toalla-en.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R9pn2-9Ey7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/w3N66Q9kRCU/s72-c/TOALLA1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>143</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-3911073914718234332</id><published>2009-03-01T14:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:16:19.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R72Iw7RhwAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/533em5viTuY/s1600-h/1129498899_gal_3_091_malarka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169438321417502722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R72Iw7RhwAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/533em5viTuY/s400/1129498899_gal_3_091_malarka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; El post en lo 1º e 2º comment (portugués e castellano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-3911073914718234332?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/3911073914718234332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=3911073914718234332' title='134 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/3911073914718234332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/3911073914718234332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-post-en-lo-1-e-2-comment-portugus-e.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R72Iw7RhwAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/533em5viTuY/s72-c/1129498899_gal_3_091_malarka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>134</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-7869413207402114279</id><published>2009-02-15T18:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:16:41.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R5t_JXet2fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9satGJd-oE8/s1600-h/lobo_index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159857596981434866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R5t_JXet2fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9satGJd-oE8/s400/lobo_index.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Post en 1º e 2º comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-7869413207402114279?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/7869413207402114279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=7869413207402114279' title='119 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7869413207402114279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7869413207402114279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-en-1-e-2-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R5t_JXet2fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9satGJd-oE8/s72-c/lobo_index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>119</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-989500531163619752</id><published>2009-02-01T15:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:16:59.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R3ucC0MT5-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/EvVgrEYzfPs/s1600-h/gato+quente+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150882171012245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R3ucC0MT5-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/EvVgrEYzfPs/s400/gato+quente+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (foto furtada na net, )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el post... en comentarios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-989500531163619752?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/989500531163619752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=989500531163619752' title='154 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/989500531163619752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/989500531163619752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/el-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R3ucC0MT5-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/EvVgrEYzfPs/s72-c/gato+quente+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>154</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-4967062532115286467</id><published>2009-01-21T16:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:17:41.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R5ImZ0MT6AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WY3ilL0Qh2w/s1600-h/agenda_2ed_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157226748241504258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R5ImZ0MT6AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WY3ilL0Qh2w/s400/agenda_2ed_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El post en 1º e 2º comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E gracias pelos prémios /mimos, obrigado à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525503600644911476" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Supermamá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11747648407408009015" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Papoila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421717492771213692" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;missixty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438717388302906577" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191533608316034960" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que pena não serem prémios financeiros, yaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;También estamos en &lt;a href="http://manflinas1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://manflinas1.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-4967062532115286467?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/4967062532115286467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=4967062532115286467' title='126 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4967062532115286467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4967062532115286467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/el-post-en-1-e-2-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R5ImZ0MT6AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WY3ilL0Qh2w/s72-c/agenda_2ed_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>126</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-5533404311083743519</id><published>2009-01-12T15:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:18:03.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R4OSfUMT5_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/P5wZ-BQreuc/s1600-h/marta4-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153123465335924722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R4OSfUMT5_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/P5wZ-BQreuc/s400/marta4-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Foto furtada da net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entrar en comentarios (1º e 2º comentarios) para mirar el post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-5533404311083743519?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/5533404311083743519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=5533404311083743519' title='120 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/5533404311083743519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/5533404311083743519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/entrar-en-comentarios-1-e-2-comentarios.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R4OSfUMT5_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/P5wZ-BQreuc/s72-c/marta4-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>120</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-7678145135418425956</id><published>2008-12-26T09:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:29:39.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R2D-RjMRs3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SPxVGIbNGYs/s1600-h/charola3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143390351915070322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R2D-RjMRs3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SPxVGIbNGYs/s400/charola3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En los comentarios encontrarán el Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-7678145135418425956?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/7678145135418425956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=7678145135418425956' title='140 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7678145135418425956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/7678145135418425956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/en-los-comentarios-encontrarn-el-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R2D-RjMRs3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SPxVGIbNGYs/s72-c/charola3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>140</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-4761029796200613651</id><published>2008-12-11T11:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:28:42.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R1kx6NdCGCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2V53fpiWKLw/s1600-h/lisboa%20electrico%203%20-%20marek%20sawicki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141195325733738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R1kx6NdCGCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2V53fpiWKLw/s400/lisboa%2520electrico%25203%2520-%2520marek%2520sawicki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Post en comentarios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-4761029796200613651?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/4761029796200613651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=4761029796200613651' title='100 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4761029796200613651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4761029796200613651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-en-comentarios.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/R1kx6NdCGCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2V53fpiWKLw/s72-c/lisboa%2520electrico%25203%2520-%2520marek%2520sawicki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>100</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-845543862482035683</id><published>2008-11-30T13:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:29:12.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RvEZLm55--I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_U9YO_NkqNg/s1600-h/lluva.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111894739254901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RvEZLm55--I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_U9YO_NkqNg/s400/lluva.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pasar a comentarios para leer - en portugués e castellano - el post de poesía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-845543862482035683?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/845543862482035683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=845543862482035683' title='148 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/845543862482035683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/845543862482035683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/pasar-comentarios-para-leer-en-portugus.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RvEZLm55--I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_U9YO_NkqNg/s72-c/lluva.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>148</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-5356001102702272497</id><published>2008-11-20T11:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:30:08.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RzL46Zt0oZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bfElmryS9DM/s1600-h/vest.noiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130436607747596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RzL46Zt0oZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bfElmryS9DM/s400/vest.noiva.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Para leer el post... pasar a comentarios (1º comment en portugués, 2º en castellano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-5356001102702272497?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/5356001102702272497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=5356001102702272497' title='96 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/5356001102702272497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/5356001102702272497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/para-leer-el-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RzL46Zt0oZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bfElmryS9DM/s72-c/vest.noiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>96</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19781944.post-4484461987932467271</id><published>2008-10-10T20:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:30:29.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RwqBqdOAKFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eBC6gdpIlQ8/s1600-h/38[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119046492857837650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RwqBqdOAKFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eBC6gdpIlQ8/s400/38%5B1%5D.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por favor, pasar a comentarios para leer el post en castellano y portugués, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19781944-4484461987932467271?l=mixtu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/feeds/4484461987932467271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19781944&amp;postID=4484461987932467271' title='93 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4484461987932467271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19781944/posts/default/4484461987932467271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixtu.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-favor-pasar-comentarios-para-leer.html' title=''/><author><name>mixtu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220820445112548480</uri><email>mixxtu@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15780149136248965978'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIf483HOhXQ/RwqBqdOAKFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eBC6gdpIlQ8/s72-c/38%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>93</thr:total></entry></feed>