<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288</id><updated>2011-11-11T06:01:03.486-08:00</updated><category term='Fotomontagem By CTX'/><category term='Montagem e texto de JNTX'/><title type='text'>Em Memória da Nádia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1256303918343632641</id><published>2011-06-24T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:43:20.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns, Princesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hLantM9I6s/TgSicl61dDI/AAAAAAAABaY/AJY7qQIWxoU/s1600/parab%25C3%25A9ns%2Bn%25C3%25A1dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hLantM9I6s/TgSicl61dDI/AAAAAAAABaY/AJY7qQIWxoU/s400/parab%25C3%25A9ns%2Bn%25C3%25A1dia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621796846964143154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: Su Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1256303918343632641?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1256303918343632641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1256303918343632641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1256303918343632641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1256303918343632641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2011/06/parabens-princesa.html' title='Parabéns, Princesa'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hLantM9I6s/TgSicl61dDI/AAAAAAAABaY/AJY7qQIWxoU/s72-c/parab%25C3%25A9ns%2Bn%25C3%25A1dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7598353876360805686</id><published>2011-05-31T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:49:13.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IV Encontro de Coros, NÁDIA OLIVEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xANKqCuGr_E/TeT_1g6OU5I/AAAAAAAABaE/YqtPvnGDK04/s1600/IV%2Bencontro%2BN%25C3%25A1dia%2BOliveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xANKqCuGr_E/TeT_1g6OU5I/AAAAAAAABaE/YqtPvnGDK04/s400/IV%2Bencontro%2BN%25C3%25A1dia%2BOliveira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612892330442773394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7598353876360805686?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7598353876360805686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7598353876360805686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7598353876360805686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7598353876360805686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2011/05/iv-encontro-de-coros-nadia-oliveira.html' title='IV Encontro de Coros, NÁDIA OLIVEIRA'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xANKqCuGr_E/TeT_1g6OU5I/AAAAAAAABaE/YqtPvnGDK04/s72-c/IV%2Bencontro%2BN%25C3%25A1dia%2BOliveira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5981911185009702799</id><published>2011-05-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T06:33:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orfeão de Barrô, Presente no IV Encontro de Coros Nádia Oliveira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx7PbkjYTZc/TdUcK73LjII/AAAAAAAABZE/zCZ4YKvMnug/s1600/nadia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx7PbkjYTZc/TdUcK73LjII/AAAAAAAABZE/zCZ4YKvMnug/s400/nadia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608419885153225858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Orfeão de Barrô, foi convidado para participar no IV Encontro de Coros Nádia Oliveira.&lt;br /&gt;Na qualidade de director do Orfeão de Barrô, procurei saber a razão deste nome e fui pesquisar na Internet e logo me apareceu o seu blog http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;As palavras escritas, o sorriso da Nádia a sua luz, o seu querer viver, a sua juventude, tocaram-me profundamente! Há pessoas que não conhecemos mas que quase miraculosamente ficamos a gostar. Acredite que que foi o caso e fiquei com a Nádia no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Devo ter perdido muito na minha vida, não ter conhecido esta menina, esta beleza da criação de Deus, mas ganhei ao saber que em tão pouco tempo ela fez tantos amigos que pelas mensagens que li não a esquecem e mantêm-na viva nos seus corações.&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me dedicar as canções que o Orfeão de Barrô vai interpretar no Concerto da Nádia no próximo dia 4 de Junho, a ela mesmo. Como crente que sou estou certo que ela vai gostar e vai cantar connosco.&lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos da Nádia e ao Orfeão de Arouca, obrigado pela oportunidade que me deram de conhecer esta menina que ama a música e que ama a vida! Ela está com Ele e como tal está feliz!!. Os amigos sentem saudade...mas o amor perdura!&lt;br /&gt;Até um dia Nádia!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Victor Cardoso-Orfeão de Barrô&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5981911185009702799?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5981911185009702799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5981911185009702799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5981911185009702799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5981911185009702799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2011/05/orfeao-de-barro-presente-no-iv-encontro.html' title='Orfeão de Barrô, Presente no IV Encontro de Coros Nádia Oliveira'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx7PbkjYTZc/TdUcK73LjII/AAAAAAAABZE/zCZ4YKvMnug/s72-c/nadia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8921204715440672760</id><published>2011-03-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:48:31.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seria simples se soubessemos sentir Saudades sem sofrer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reUkEn3n5lM/TYyq2zkJ2_I/AAAAAAAABY8/ImF3vuJOxDs/s1600/saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reUkEn3n5lM/TYyq2zkJ2_I/AAAAAAAABY8/ImF3vuJOxDs/s400/saudades.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588029096191450098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando partiste e eu nada disse... Quis dizer-te o quanto gosto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fui capaz…&lt;br /&gt;Quis dizer-te o quanto és importante para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fui capaz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta do teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da tua amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis olhar-te nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E dizer-te…&lt;br /&gt;Quis olhar-te nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E revelar-te…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta do teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da tua amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que eu perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo que não te disse…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que eu perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Por casmurrice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta do teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da tua amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8921204715440672760?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8921204715440672760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8921204715440672760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8921204715440672760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8921204715440672760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2011/03/seria-simples-se-soubessemos-sentir.html' title='Seria simples se soubessemos sentir Saudades sem sofrer...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reUkEn3n5lM/TYyq2zkJ2_I/AAAAAAAABY8/ImF3vuJOxDs/s72-c/saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8224006872791205963</id><published>2011-03-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T06:22:45.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 ANOS SEM TI PRINCESA :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFel0WtY6-8/TYyW__3bsKI/AAAAAAAABY0/SMb2PY7AAEw/s1600/rosto%2B19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFel0WtY6-8/TYyW__3bsKI/AAAAAAAABY0/SMb2PY7AAEw/s400/rosto%2B19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588007263879803042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade... é o sentimento que fica, sempre que alguém de quem gostamos, nos deixa a sua ausência e o seu silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade...é o que sinto, sempre que o pensamento volta atrás no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade...é a tua falta.&lt;br /&gt;E que saudade, meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de tua voz no meu ouvido, do teu riso e dessa gargalhada tão maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ti!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te por acaso, e por acaso falei contigo. Nada fazia prever o que depois aconteceu... Sem saber como ou porquê, fui feita prisioneira de tua voz.  Nela senti magia, carinho, muita doçura... Falo com o vento e nunca obtive resposta. Não esperava que fosses embora tão cedo. Como dizer-te que minha voz teve eco na tua? Como dizer-te que tenho saudades de te ouvir? Que fizeste meu coração parar? E que estas no meu pensamento em cada instante?&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso dizer nada disso... Digo-o ao vento, e espero pacientemente que um dia, ele me traga as respostas...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eterna Saudade....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nádia Oliveira: N: 24 - 06-1981&lt;br /&gt;                F: 25 - 03- 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8224006872791205963?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8224006872791205963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8224006872791205963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8224006872791205963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8224006872791205963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-anos-sem-ti-princesa.html' title='3 ANOS SEM TI PRINCESA :&apos;('/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFel0WtY6-8/TYyW__3bsKI/AAAAAAAABY0/SMb2PY7AAEw/s72-c/rosto%2B19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5748278680724774474</id><published>2011-03-25T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:46:37.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE ÉS ESPECIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouMYKjSG47o/TYyOeBID6xI/AAAAAAAABYs/hcgATwocdFk/s1600/colheitas2005%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouMYKjSG47o/TYyOeBID6xI/AAAAAAAABYs/hcgATwocdFk/s400/colheitas2005%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587997884009409298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra "Especial" usa-se para designar algo único e maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que mesmo perto ou longe espalha carinho, amor , sorriso e saudade... E Tu foste,És e Serás assim: "ESPECIAL"!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por : Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5748278680724774474?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5748278680724774474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5748278680724774474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5748278680724774474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5748278680724774474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-es-especial.html' title='PORQUE ÉS ESPECIAL'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouMYKjSG47o/TYyOeBID6xI/AAAAAAAABYs/hcgATwocdFk/s72-c/colheitas2005%2B018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-482792506192444882</id><published>2010-11-25T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:16:01.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TUdENvwbvI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TUdENvwbvI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADE PRINCESA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-482792506192444882?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/482792506192444882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=482792506192444882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/482792506192444882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/482792506192444882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_25.html' title=':('/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-6288551039747807926</id><published>2010-09-25T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T07:25:45.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nádia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TJ4GSuq9fBI/AAAAAAAABYc/OeRvrfHwvOA/s1600/nadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TJ4GSuq9fBI/AAAAAAAABYc/OeRvrfHwvOA/s400/nadia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520857112038439954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADE :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6288551039747807926?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6288551039747807926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6288551039747807926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6288551039747807926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6288551039747807926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/nadia.html' title='Nádia...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TJ4GSuq9fBI/AAAAAAAABYc/OeRvrfHwvOA/s72-c/nadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8598509116343433764</id><published>2010-09-25T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T07:00:40.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Meses de SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TJ3_f90K7WI/AAAAAAAABYU/SLwWPRUN_jM/s1600/nadia+saudade+su.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TJ3_f90K7WI/AAAAAAAABYU/SLwWPRUN_jM/s400/nadia+saudade+su.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520849642860506466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Su Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8598509116343433764?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8598509116343433764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8598509116343433764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8598509116343433764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8598509116343433764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-meses-de-saudade.html' title='30 Meses de SAUDADE'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TJ3_f90K7WI/AAAAAAAABYU/SLwWPRUN_jM/s72-c/nadia+saudade+su.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2433549146092049742</id><published>2010-08-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:36:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Meses de Saudade :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/THUqTT_2PPI/AAAAAAAABYE/i9aKWl-PcQA/s1600/nadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TEwxlTYDvlI/AAAAAAAABX8/ah207yVtRew/s400/Saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497823762038636114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*28 Meses de SAUDADE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4753934967088643073?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4753934967088643073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=4753934967088643073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4753934967088643073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4753934967088643073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TEwxlTYDvlI/AAAAAAAABX8/ah207yVtRew/s72-c/Saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3426767442343496103</id><published>2010-07-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:01:19.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao som dos Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TC-Wta8RjrI/AAAAAAAABXU/eBOqawifaQI/s1600/Nadia+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TC-Wta8RjrI/AAAAAAAABXU/eBOqawifaQI/s400/Nadia+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489772177858334386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: JNTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-3426767442343496103?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3426767442343496103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=3426767442343496103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3426767442343496103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3426767442343496103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/07/ao-som-dos-anjos.html' title='Ao som dos Anjos'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TC-Wta8RjrI/AAAAAAAABXU/eBOqawifaQI/s72-c/Nadia+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7649784694794128589</id><published>2010-06-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:27:36.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇA NÃO MORRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTKy4hwrMI/AAAAAAAABXM/FWyvmwQpZts/s1600/N%C3%A1dia+-+beta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTKy4hwrMI/AAAAAAAABXM/FWyvmwQpZts/s400/N%C3%A1dia+-+beta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486733221560364226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É como na memória de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;fica marcada uma lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;não precisava sobre isso te dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Como a água que toda nunca escorre&lt;br /&gt;uma lembrança totalmente não morre,&lt;br /&gt;coisa que estás cansada de saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecimento total não concretiza&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente um pouquinho amenisa,&lt;br /&gt;mas jamais sairás da minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;Ficarás num cantinho cultivado&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse um troféu do passado,&lt;br /&gt;ficarás para sempre na minha história." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÁDIA OLIVEIRA - 27 MESES DE SAUDADE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7649784694794128589?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7649784694794128589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7649784694794128589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7649784694794128589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7649784694794128589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/06/lembranca-nao-morre.html' title='LEMBRANÇA NÃO MORRE'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTKy4hwrMI/AAAAAAAABXM/FWyvmwQpZts/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+-+beta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1762786557359287986</id><published>2010-06-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:47:56.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTBibjiZZI/AAAAAAAABW8/sEzkUETQUdI/s1600/N%C3%A1dia+-+Carina+Brand%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTBibjiZZI/AAAAAAAABW8/sEzkUETQUdI/s400/N%C3%A1dia+-+Carina+Brand%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486723043300631954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A ausência da presença, machuca e fere o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrizes que se abrem facilmente, &lt;br /&gt;mas que se fecham com a recordação.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esperamos um adeus, &lt;br /&gt;e mesmo que venhamos a dizer ou ouvi-lo,&lt;br /&gt;que não produza em nós, um sentimento de perda total,&lt;br /&gt;falta de força ou coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Pois esta é uma fraqueza humana ingrata, inata.&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira saudade é sentida por pessoas que se amam&lt;br /&gt;e se prezam e que neste maravilhoso vinculo de união,&lt;br /&gt;expressam constantemente sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;Alegram-se com as suas realizações e sucessos.&lt;br /&gt;Preocupam-se com suas derrotas e desilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja sentida dolorosamente,&lt;br /&gt;esta perda de convívio é superada pela alegria das lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;que estarão cada vez mais vivas em nossas mentes,&lt;br /&gt;e marcadas com carinho em nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da imensa solidão que sentimos no íntimo,&lt;br /&gt;uniremos forças para estarmos sempre felizes, pois,&lt;br /&gt;sem dúvidas, estaremos sendo lembrados pelas mesmas&lt;br /&gt;pessoas em que estamos pensando neste exato momento,&lt;br /&gt;Com as mesmas preocupações, alegrias e saudade..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neviton M. Barbosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Carina Brandão - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1762786557359287986?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1762786557359287986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1762786557359287986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1762786557359287986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1762786557359287986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/06/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTBibjiZZI/AAAAAAAABW8/sEzkUETQUdI/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+-+Carina+Brand%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-9127600573463093566</id><published>2010-06-25T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:50:37.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que sorte a dos céus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTAufCP_tI/AAAAAAAABW0/CIfOVB5qeD0/s1600/N%C3%A1dia+-+Su+gon%C3%A7alves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/TCTAufCP_tI/AAAAAAAABW0/CIfOVB5qeD0/s400/N%C3%A1dia+-+Su+gon%C3%A7alves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486722150881558226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB - Este trabalho refere-se ao dia de ontem, 24 de Junho, dia que marcava o aniversário de nascimento da Nádia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-9127600573463093566?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/9127600573463093566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S_wOmPaUw5I/AAAAAAAABWc/JBL4A00YoO0/s1600/Naia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S_wOmPaUw5I/AAAAAAAABWc/JBL4A00YoO0/s400/Naia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475267297110442898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Beijinho, NÁDIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6968890153884969213?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6968890153884969213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6968890153884969213' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3164405641392430381</id><published>2010-05-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:44:17.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas como tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S_wMMQ-a49I/AAAAAAAABWM/GqEoJYmLrzI/s1600/Susana+Soares+-+V%C3%A1rzea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S_wMMQ-a49I/AAAAAAAABWM/GqEoJYmLrzI/s400/Susana+Soares+-+V%C3%A1rzea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475264651830420434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S9R-Rs6riRI/AAAAAAAABWE/g-hUdeuTiss/s400/rosto+8+Nadia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464131090487413010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÁDIA OLIVEIRA&lt;br /&gt;25 MESES DE SAUDADE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-271054406033727842?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/271054406033727842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=271054406033727842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/271054406033727842'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Anjo Nádia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S9HlM2Wh63I/AAAAAAAABV0/C23YueggO2g/s1600/Anjo+nadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S9HlM2Wh63I/AAAAAAAABV0/C23YueggO2g/s400/Anjo+nadia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463399831888325490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-239365223081029345?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/239365223081029345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S9HlM2Wh63I/AAAAAAAABV0/C23YueggO2g/s72-c/Anjo+nadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5735644949700914088</id><published>2010-03-25T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:05:26.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti, Filha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S6uXpaWOloI/AAAAAAAABVs/ImgajVvTYdM/s1600/Procurei+um+poema+para+ti+filha+(postais)+25-03-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S6uXpaWOloI/AAAAAAAABVs/ImgajVvTYdM/s400/Procurei+um+poema+para+ti+filha+(postais)+25-03-2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452618511565100674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por : Isilda Garrido, mãe da Nádia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5735644949700914088?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5735644949700914088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5735644949700914088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5735644949700914088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5735644949700914088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/03/para-ti-filha.html' title='Para Ti, Filha'/><author><name>Elisabete 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeHzAFMRZl8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeHzAFMRZl8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o tempo quis disfarçar a tristeza que sente por não estares mais aqui :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo com muito carinho à Isilda, Fernando, Diva, Paulo e restante família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÁDIA OLIVEIRA - 2 ANOS DE UMA ETERNA SAUDADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA - Para ouvir a música no vídeo, vá até ao fim da página e desligue o som do leitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nem sei porque Tu Te foste...,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas saudades eu senti,..&lt;br /&gt;E de tristeza vou viver, &lt;br /&gt;E aquele adeus não pude dar,.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu marcaste a minha vida, &lt;br /&gt;Viveste na minha história, &lt;br /&gt;Chego a ter medo do futuro, &lt;br /&gt;Da solidão que em minha porta bate, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu, gosto tanto de Ti!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto tanto de Ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro, fujo dessa sombra &lt;br /&gt;Em sonho vejo este passado &lt;br /&gt;E na parede do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está o Teu retrato..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 anos....(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4488476730240061428?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S6tXvPiWPnI/AAAAAAAABVk/qB9WtWiwhX0/s72-c/rosto+N%C3%A1dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2751479173022908230</id><published>2010-03-09T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:43:53.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seria Tão Diferente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S5bA-ZBJpEI/AAAAAAAABPc/FtimyoseQdM/s1600-h/Seria+t%C3%A3o+diferente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S5bA-ZBJpEI/AAAAAAAABPc/FtimyoseQdM/s400/Seria+t%C3%A3o+diferente.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446752977451328578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho enviado por: JNTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-2751479173022908230?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2751479173022908230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=2751479173022908230' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2751479173022908230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>To Where you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUfTlEoVqbE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUfTlEoVqbE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem poderá ter a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ainda estejas aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto-te por perto&lt;br /&gt;As tuas memórias são tão claras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ouvir-te falar&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a ser uma inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser (?)&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas o meu&lt;br /&gt;Eterno Amor&lt;br /&gt;Olhando por mim lá de cima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me a voar até onde te encontras&lt;br /&gt;Para além da estrela distante&lt;br /&gt;Desejo esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Nem que fosse apenas por breves momentos&lt;br /&gt;Para saber que estás aí&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua respiração perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormes suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Não é por Fé ou crença&lt;br /&gt;Este poder não pode ser visto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A apenas uma batida de distância&lt;br /&gt;Eu cuido do que me deste todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Porque és o meu&lt;br /&gt;Eterno Amor&lt;br /&gt;Olhas por mim&lt;br /&gt;Aí de cima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu acredito&lt;br /&gt;Que os Anjos respiram&lt;br /&gt;E que este Amor jamais irá acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me a voar até onde te encontras&lt;br /&gt;Para além da estrela distante&lt;br /&gt;Desejo esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Nem que fosse apenas por breves momentos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua respiração perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que estás aí&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua respiração perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Tradução da letra do tema : To where you are" de Josh Groban)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Amor para a Nádia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Meses de Eterna Saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8956950860306891068?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8956950860306891068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8956950860306891068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8956950860306891068'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S4aZWemuOOI/AAAAAAAABPU/4uJN6ZUhD2Q/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S4aZWemuOOI/AAAAAAAABPU/4uJN6ZUhD2Q/s400/GetAttachment.aspx+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442205811175471330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e ainda é impossivel acreditar que Partiste....:(&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do Teu sorriso...da tua Amizade...da Tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo Amiga,de quem nunca Te esquece...&lt;br /&gt;SU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-206090180284537076?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/206090180284537076/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S4aZWemuOOI/AAAAAAAABPU/4uJN6ZUhD2Q/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx+(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1348450524242068396</id><published>2010-01-25T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:17:42.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 de Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S11TnkJCsBI/AAAAAAAABPM/8lLb9Xsthwg/s1600-h/nadia+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S11TnkJCsBI/AAAAAAAABPM/8lLb9Xsthwg/s400/nadia+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430588664860291090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 de Janeiro... Uns celebram a Vida, outros choram a Perda de Alguém! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de celebrar hoje mais um ano de vida, o mesmo Jamais será igual desde que partiste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterna Saudade minha Doce AMIGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nádia Oliveira - 1981/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1348450524242068396?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1348450524242068396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1348450524242068396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1348450524242068396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1348450524242068396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2010/01/25-de-janeiro.html' title='25 de Janeiro'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/S11TnkJCsBI/AAAAAAAABPM/8lLb9Xsthwg/s72-c/nadia+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-4201794401919063310</id><published>2009-12-22T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:55:55.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal Princesa Nádia!</title><content type='html'>Este ano, não estarei em casa para no dia 25 fazer a devida homenagem à minha Saudosa Amiga Nádia. Estarei na minha terra a passar o Natal e por isso resolvi antecipar o que iria colocar no dia 25, dia de Natal, dia que marcam os 21 Meses após a partida da Nossa Princesa. Mais um ano em que o Natal não terá qualquer sabor especial... Não tenho cá o meu Pai, nem tenho a Nádia. Um dia em que mais uma vez os meus pensamentos estarão como a Isilda, o Fernando, a Diva, o Paulo e toda a restante Família.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe, o Natal era a altura favorita da Nádia. Este ano, mais uma vez, a sorte está do lado de quem a tem, pois poderá disfrutar da sua companhia, do seu sorriso e da sua brilhante voz. Nós, estaremos com ela em pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez que não estarei cá na data, e me será de todo impossível aceder à internet, deixo aqui ficar um video, que para quem não teve a oportunidade de assistir o faça agora. Como é Natal, a Nádia vai cantar para todos nós o brilhante "Silent Night" na companhia do conhecido grupo de música portuguesa " Vozes da Rádio".&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas Princesa, os nossos pensamentos e corações estão contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal Nádia! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Um beijo muito especial à Isilda, Fernando, Diva e Paulo. Dentro dos possíveis, que tenham um Santo Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0pRsktuoufY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0pRsktuoufY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4201794401919063310?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4201794401919063310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=4201794401919063310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4201794401919063310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4201794401919063310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal-princesa-nadia.html' title='Feliz Natal Princesa Nádia!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8730197412470271835</id><published>2009-12-09T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:19:56.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal PRINCESA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SyA-en4Yk8I/AAAAAAAABPE/KtIz7AEQ5H4/s1600-h/Postal+Natal+N%C3%A1dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SyA-en4Yk8I/AAAAAAAABPE/KtIz7AEQ5H4/s400/Postal+Natal+N%C3%A1dia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413395447921808322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Melhor mensagem de Natal é aquela que sai em silêncio de nossos corações e aquece com ternura os corações daqueles que nos acompanham em nossa caminhada pela vida!"&lt;br /&gt;Serás sempre a minha companhia Princesa!&lt;br /&gt;Um Feliz Natal,eu sei que receberás esta minha mensagem...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo de quem te adora...&lt;br /&gt;SU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8730197412470271835?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8730197412470271835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8730197412470271835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8730197412470271835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8730197412470271835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal-princesa.html' title='Feliz Natal PRINCESA!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SyA-en4Yk8I/AAAAAAAABPE/KtIz7AEQ5H4/s72-c/Postal+Natal+N%C3%A1dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5903618053221763146</id><published>2009-12-04T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:23:07.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Querida Nádia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sxmn442cTpI/AAAAAAAABNg/-7bDQ_mFTiA/s1600-h/nadia+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sxmn442cTpI/AAAAAAAABNg/-7bDQ_mFTiA/s400/nadia+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411541023037607570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Os momentos fazem parte das nossas vidas &lt;br /&gt; Assim como o passado, o presente e o futuro&lt;br /&gt; Alguns momentos são tão marcantes que jamais serão esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt; Outros não marcam tanto, mas com certeza sempre restará um pouco deles dentro dos      nossos corações...&lt;br /&gt; Assim também são as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt; Muitas entram na nossa vida e marcam tanto, que serão lembradas eternamente&lt;br /&gt; Outras entram e saem despercebidas,&lt;br /&gt; Mas tu podes ter certeza que sempre estarás no nosso pensamento...&lt;br /&gt; A vida é feita dessas coisas...&lt;br /&gt; Dos momentos que passamos que são importantes para nós...&lt;br /&gt; Não importa se são bons ou maus momentos&lt;br /&gt; O que importa mesmo, são as pessoas com quem os compartilhamos&lt;br /&gt; Mais importante que momentos e pessoas&lt;br /&gt; É o sentimento que existe em cada momento e por cada pessoa...&lt;br /&gt; Os momentos não duram para sempre&lt;br /&gt; Assim como as pessoas, um dia elas sairão da nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt; As pessoas não são eternas&lt;br /&gt; O que deve ser eterno é o sentimento, a lembrança e os momentos&lt;br /&gt; Que para sempre ficarão guardados no nosso coração&lt;br /&gt; É isso que torna algumas pessoas tão especiais para nós...&lt;br /&gt; São os momentos, o sentimento e as lembranças que temos guardadas...&lt;br /&gt; E que acima de tudo, torna a nossa vida especial&lt;br /&gt; E nos tornam pessoas especiais...&lt;br /&gt; TU ÉS ESPECIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: Carina Brandão - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5903618053221763146?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5903618053221763146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5903618053221763146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5903618053221763146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5903618053221763146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/12/querida-nadia.html' title='Querida Nádia'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sxmn442cTpI/AAAAAAAABNg/-7bDQ_mFTiA/s72-c/nadia+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-270862137490860376</id><published>2009-11-25T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:32:53.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 MESES DE SAUDADE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gwrQwzH2GM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gwrQwzH2GM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-270862137490860376?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/270862137490860376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=270862137490860376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/270862137490860376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/270862137490860376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/11/20-meses-de-saudade.html' title='20 MESES DE SAUDADE!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8557955222999151171</id><published>2009-10-26T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T04:01:40.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Meses sem TI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SuWANILA8QI/AAAAAAAAA-E/k6uf1euPBGw/s1600-h/naia+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SuWANILA8QI/AAAAAAAAA-E/k6uf1euPBGw/s400/naia+face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396860691493744898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, dia que marcava os 19 meses da tua partida, por razões de força maior não pude vir ao teu espaço visitar-te. De qualquer forma, não quero deixar de o fazer hoje, porque se não o fizesse não ficaria em paz.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas que ainda sonho contigo, que te recordo todos os dias e o aperto no peito é uma constante! Queria ter a certeza de que estás bem, e que no local onde te encontras és Feliz! Nós recordamos-te com Saudade e com carinho... O belo ser que foste e para sempre serás!&lt;br /&gt;Um Beijo, Nádia :'(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8557955222999151171?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8557955222999151171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8557955222999151171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8557955222999151171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8557955222999151171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/10/19-meses-sem-ti.html' title='19 Meses sem TI...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SuWANILA8QI/AAAAAAAAA-E/k6uf1euPBGw/s72-c/naia+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8713694942547224809</id><published>2009-10-13T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:51:08.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montagem e texto de JNTX'/><title type='text'>Pessoas como tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/StToFHorKCI/AAAAAAAAA98/ityzuv7KHDg/s1600-h/Pessoas+com+tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/StToFHorKCI/AAAAAAAAA98/ityzuv7KHDg/s400/Pessoas+com+tu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392189828515964962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: JNTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8713694942547224809?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8713694942547224809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8713694942547224809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8713694942547224809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8713694942547224809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/10/pessoas-como-tu.html' title='Pessoas como tu...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/StToFHorKCI/AAAAAAAAA98/ityzuv7KHDg/s72-c/Pessoas+com+tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7582374316373638770</id><published>2009-09-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:47:53.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti Estrela... 18 Meses de SAUDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SrzX8lwnTNI/AAAAAAAAA90/t85btgKpbwk/s1600-h/nadia-estrelas-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SrzX8lwnTNI/AAAAAAAAA90/t85btgKpbwk/s400/nadia-estrelas-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385416690356407506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por Susana Soares - Várzea- Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7582374316373638770?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7582374316373638770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7582374316373638770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7582374316373638770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7582374316373638770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-ti-estrela-18-meses-de-saudades.html' title='Para Ti Estrela... 18 Meses de SAUDADES'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SrzX8lwnTNI/AAAAAAAAA90/t85btgKpbwk/s72-c/nadia-estrelas-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-4818281749323819484</id><published>2009-09-25T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:23:31.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 meses de uma dolorosa SAUDADE...:(‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sry2D_e7aCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/g0_WkOdljo4/s1600-h/Su+e+N%C3%A1dia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sry2D_e7aCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/g0_WkOdljo4/s400/Su+e+N%C3%A1dia+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385379434125289506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas especiais entram na nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;por alguma razão&lt;br /&gt;e por mais que o tempo passe&lt;br /&gt;continuam morando no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas especiais confidenciamos os segredos&lt;br /&gt;contamos os sonhos, as inseguranças, as aventuras&lt;br /&gt;e também os medos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma simples presença é capaz de alegrar&lt;br /&gt;com algumas palavras&lt;br /&gt;é capaz de confortar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas especiais nos dão conselhos&lt;br /&gt;quando mais precisamos&lt;br /&gt;e nos levantam a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;quando mais necessitamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas especiais são aquelas&lt;br /&gt;que estão ao nosso lado a todo momento&lt;br /&gt;seja alegre ou triste&lt;br /&gt;são nesses instantes que temos certeza&lt;br /&gt;que essas pessoas existem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas pessoas são mais que especiais&lt;br /&gt;elas também tem defeitos&lt;br /&gt;e são normais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se destacam porque sempre&lt;br /&gt;nos dão a mão&lt;br /&gt;e nunca quer te ver sofrer&lt;br /&gt;mas querem na vida&lt;br /&gt;nos verem vencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas pessoas tem diversas idades&lt;br /&gt;mas todos tem um mesmo sentimento&lt;br /&gt;de ver nossa felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem Ti,essa felicidade não é possivel Amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4818281749323819484?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4818281749323819484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=4818281749323819484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4818281749323819484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4818281749323819484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/09/18-meses-de-uma-dolorosa-saudade.html' title='18 meses de uma dolorosa SAUDADE...:(‏'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sry2D_e7aCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/g0_WkOdljo4/s72-c/Su+e+N%C3%A1dia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-432788599278754852</id><published>2009-09-25T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T04:26:57.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca te Esquecerei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sryoa-8-JBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3CZc7gv94EM/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sryoa-8-JBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3CZc7gv94EM/s400/N%C3%A1dia+rosas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385364435957064722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Meu dia-dia é mais tranquilo até ao momento em que a minha cabeça me leva até ti. A cabeça trai-me , o coração aperta, a atenção desaparece... Com tantos sintomas, a SAUDADE até parece doença, mas sei que a única forma de acabar com ela, seria estares entre nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te Esquecerei, minha Doce Amiga :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Meses de SAUDADE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-432788599278754852?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/432788599278754852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=432788599278754852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/432788599278754852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/432788599278754852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/09/nunca-te-esquecerei.html' title='Nunca te Esquecerei...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sryoa-8-JBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3CZc7gv94EM/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-679077886607585136</id><published>2009-09-15T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:26:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Obrigado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sq9PjTYiAwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/wNHHvqjRB9w/s1600-h/Obrigada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sq9PjTYiAwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/wNHHvqjRB9w/s400/Obrigada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381607547648213762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por JNTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-679077886607585136?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/679077886607585136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=679077886607585136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/679077886607585136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/679077886607585136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-obrigado.html' title='Um Obrigado'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sq9PjTYiAwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/wNHHvqjRB9w/s72-c/Obrigada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-487212987516352091</id><published>2009-08-25T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:50:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presença</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SpPO_-ANp7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/sBzxstT1QCI/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+montagem+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SpPO_-ANp7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/sBzxstT1QCI/s400/N%C3%A1dia+montagem+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373866378754107314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É preciso que a Saudade desenhe tuas linhas perfeitas,&lt;br /&gt;teu perfil exato e que, apenas, levemente, o vento&lt;br /&gt;das horas ponha um frêmito em teus cabelos...&lt;br /&gt;É preciso que a tua ausência trescale&lt;br /&gt;sutilmente, no ar, a trevo machucado,&lt;br /&gt;as folhas de alecrim desde há muito guardadas&lt;br /&gt;não se sabe por quem nalgum móvel antigo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas é preciso, também, que seja como abrir uma janela&lt;br /&gt;e respirar-te, azul e luminosa, no ar.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a saudade para eu sentir&lt;br /&gt;como sinto - em mim - a presença misteriosa da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando surges és tão outra e múltipla e imprevista&lt;br /&gt;que nunca te pareces com o teu retrato...&lt;br /&gt;E eu tenho de fechar meus olhos para ver-te."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 MESES de SAUDADE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-487212987516352091?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/487212987516352091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=487212987516352091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/487212987516352091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/487212987516352091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/08/presenca.html' title='Presença'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SpPO_-ANp7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/sBzxstT1QCI/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+montagem+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3690851418870594315</id><published>2009-08-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:40:53.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Vídeos da Homenagem a Nádia Oliveira</title><content type='html'>Queridos Visitantes deste Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vos prometi que os vídeos da Homenagem feita à Nádia, no passado dia 28 de Março de 2009, iriam ser colocados aqui o mais breve possível. Acontece que por razões que me ultrapassam, a montagem do DVD está a demorar um "pouco" mais do que o previsto. De qualquer das formas, não iria de forma alguma partilhar todos os momentos passados na Homenagem, uma vez que a mesma, teve momentos de foro íntimo e particular, apenas para ser partilhada com a família e amigos mais póximos da nossa Nádia. No entanto, resolvi "pegar" em algumas imagens de fundo que passaram na Homenagem e acompanharam os Amigos da Nádia, que fizeram questão de a Homenagear através da música (ou não fosse essa a sua alma) e fazer uns vídeos. Infelizmente não se encontram aqui todos, mas tentarei fazê-los assim que me seja possível. Quanto ao DVD, apesar de ser alheia à situação, fica aqui o meu mais sincero pedido de desculpas e tentaremos resolver essa situação o mais breve que possamos. O DVD será entregue aos Pais da Nádia, que a partir desse momento o partilharão com quem acharem que o devem fazer, uma vez que é da sua filha que se trata. Nunca fiz e jamais farei o que quer que seja, sem o prévio consentimento da família da Nádia. Estes vídeos são apresentados com o conhecimento e autorização da respectiva família, a quem agradeço de coração toda a disponibilidade e amabilidade de me deixarem partilhar convosco o que de mais sagrado teem. Um beijinho nos vossos corações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Para ouvirem e verem os vídeos, vão até ao fundo da página e desliguem a música que toca automaticamente, assim que abrem esta página. 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2748236408798315138</id><published>2009-08-11T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:41:57.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria que aqui estivesses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SoFnC3reCeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/rZylgzbCOd8/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+montagem+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SoFnC3reCeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/rZylgzbCOd8/s400/N%C3%A1dia+montagem+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368685529806014946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que aqui Estivesses para poder dizer-Te o quanto estou feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que aqui Estivesses para poder contar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que aqui Estivesses para partilhar Contigo estes momentos...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que aqui Estivesses para sorrirmos, chorarmos juntas...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que aqui Estivesses...porque fazes imensa falta...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que aqui Estivesses...:(&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo Amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-2748236408798315138?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2748236408798315138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=2748236408798315138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2748236408798315138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2748236408798315138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/08/queria-que-aqui-estivesses.html' title='Queria que aqui estivesses...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SoFnC3reCeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/rZylgzbCOd8/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+montagem+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1431976959294435515</id><published>2009-07-28T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:56:24.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nádia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sm7nAgdXT1I/AAAAAAAAA88/r0ZXNT_lCZI/s1600-h/DaY6-109-1_aBi2GJuMVO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sm7nAgdXT1I/AAAAAAAAA88/r0ZXNT_lCZI/s400/DaY6-109-1_aBi2GJuMVO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363478202143952722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És linda demais, pura de mais, doce demais.&lt;br /&gt;Puseste a fasquia da vida alta. Mas não tão alta que a não&lt;br /&gt;transpusesses com a facilidade e agilidade felina com que a viveste.&lt;br /&gt;A tua vida tão intensa, tão nobre, tão limpida e  luminosa, só pode&lt;br /&gt;gerar em quem te amou e, em quem como eu, te aplaudiu e admirou, um&lt;br /&gt;sentimento de união, compreensão, tolerância e enorme respeito pela&lt;br /&gt;"senhora" que foste, és e serás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1431976959294435515?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1431976959294435515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1431976959294435515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1431976959294435515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1431976959294435515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/07/nadia.html' title='Nádia'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sm7nAgdXT1I/AAAAAAAAA88/r0ZXNT_lCZI/s72-c/DaY6-109-1_aBi2GJuMVO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-727020640617689826</id><published>2009-07-25T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:20:11.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterna Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Smr4V5kcasI/AAAAAAAAA80/5yPLFDoHiF0/s1600-h/pintura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Smr4V5kcasI/AAAAAAAAA80/5yPLFDoHiF0/s400/pintura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362371361452616386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não tenho percebido cores;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho sentido mais o néctar das flores;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais o que é real e nem abstrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo da dor, tenho medo de sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de brigar com meu amor, de matar, de morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Será que todos são assim?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais quem sou!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho estado mais aqui comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade, engrandece a tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo sendo de nossa natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo aceitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é algo que se sente&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é algo que dói no peito&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é algo que tira o sono&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é algo que faz o tempo demorar a passar&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é algo que sinto constantemente, desde quando te vi partir&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ti&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterna Saudade!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 MESES de SAUDADE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-727020640617689826?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/727020640617689826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=727020640617689826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/727020640617689826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/727020640617689826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/07/eterna-saudade.html' title='Eterna Saudade'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Smr4V5kcasI/AAAAAAAAA80/5yPLFDoHiF0/s72-c/pintura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7515461246438923937</id><published>2009-06-27T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:41:58.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkZ14GwdV7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/gMMfiEz1-iY/s1600-h/FunPhotoBox_2948083727787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkZ14GwdV7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/gMMfiEz1-iY/s400/FunPhotoBox_2948083727787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352094813923399602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As pessoas que morrem nunca vão sós...Deixam mto de Si e levam um pouco de Nós!'&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo grande para Ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7515461246438923937?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7515461246438923937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7515461246438923937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7515461246438923937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7515461246438923937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/estrela.html' title='Estrela'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkZ14GwdV7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/gMMfiEz1-iY/s72-c/FunPhotoBox_2948083727787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7011492394092194622</id><published>2009-06-25T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:44:07.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Meses de Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkOpLRUMVII/AAAAAAAAA78/Fu3vuef6Oz8/s1600-h/15+meses+nadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkOpLRUMVII/AAAAAAAAA78/Fu3vuef6Oz8/s400/15+meses+nadia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351306793338033282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Meses de SAUDADES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7011492394092194622?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7011492394092194622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7011492394092194622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7011492394092194622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7011492394092194622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-meses-de-saudades.html' title='15 Meses de Saudades'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkOpLRUMVII/AAAAAAAAA78/Fu3vuef6Oz8/s72-c/15+meses+nadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-13508800936316872</id><published>2009-06-24T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:51:09.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns, Nádia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkI9mGYOu2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/1cvPPdqHfBc/s1600-h/Postal+N%C3%A1dia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkI9mGYOu2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/1cvPPdqHfBc/s400/Postal+N%C3%A1dia+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350907032026135394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkI9c_B49LI/AAAAAAAAA7c/4g28NIMZQ5Q/s1600-h/Postal+N%C3%A1dia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkI9c_B49LI/AAAAAAAAA7c/4g28NIMZQ5Q/s400/Postal+N%C3%A1dia+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350906875434562738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá Estrela! Parabéns por este dia, apesar de estar o tempo nublado eu sei que tu aí em cima brilhas com toda a tua força e beleza! Sabes uma coisa, nos dias em que o Céu está mais Estrelado, o meu filho Rafael pergunta-me: “Mãe onde está a Estrela da tua Amiga NÁDIA que foi para o céu?” e eu respondo: “Filhote, a Estrela da NÁDIA é que mais brilha no céu, porque ela é muito especial!” e ele volta a perguntar: “Ela está à beira da estrela de Jesus?” e eu respondo que sim! Até ele que é pequenino e poucas vezes esteve contigo, reconhece a GRANDEZA que tens e o quanto és ESPECIAL para mim! Ele reconhece-te porque quando ouço a tua voz as lágrimas teimam em cair, e ele pergunta-me: “Ela era mesmo tua Amiga, não era Mãe?” E eu respondo que sim. Onde quer que estejas, sei que és Feliz, pois era assim que tu eras… Sempre feliz com tudo e com todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-TE!&lt;br /&gt;Mil beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Fica bem com os Anjos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-13508800936316872?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/13508800936316872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=13508800936316872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/13508800936316872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/13508800936316872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-princesa_24.html' title='Parabéns, Nádia'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkI9mGYOu2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/1cvPPdqHfBc/s72-c/Postal+N%C3%A1dia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8995968178562225487</id><published>2009-06-24T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T04:59:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Princesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkIVOL2xZ4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/hHFE6hfKYQc/s1600-h/Nadia+desenho+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkIVOL2xZ4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/hHFE6hfKYQc/s400/Nadia+desenho+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350862640714442626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o Teu aniversário Amiga...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa,mas as boas recordações ficam...&lt;br /&gt;Não posso enviar-Te uma msg de Parabéns, como sempre o fiz,mas sei que, onde quer que Estejas, irás receber um beijinho meu...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade é mais do que muita...fazes falta aqui:(&lt;br /&gt;De todas as coisas boas que aconteceram na minha vida ter a Tua amizade foi a melhor delas...&lt;br /&gt;Que brilhes sempre e para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Princesa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado Por Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8995968178562225487?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8995968178562225487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8995968178562225487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8995968178562225487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8995968178562225487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-princesa.html' title='Parabéns Princesa'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkIVOL2xZ4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/hHFE6hfKYQc/s72-c/Nadia+desenho+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2199598584920766597</id><published>2009-06-24T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:44:03.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os 3 Astros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkH1XUuK-TI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6kTs4Y76bUI/s1600-h/Cart%C3%A3o+anivers%C3%A1rio+N%C3%A1dia+IIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkH1XUuK-TI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6kTs4Y76bUI/s400/Cart%C3%A3o+anivers%C3%A1rio+N%C3%A1dia+IIII.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350827613341022514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia o sol, a lua e as estrelas encontraram-se.&lt;br /&gt;Entre uma conversa e outra perguntaram:&lt;br /&gt;Quem seria o mais lindo astro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua respondeu que era a mais linda, pois carregava o encanto e a magia do romantismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas disseram que não! Elas seriam as mais lindas, pois faziam o céu brilhar na imensidão do infinito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por sua vez, o sol disse que ele como astro-rei era o mais lindo de todos, afinal, fazia as trevas da noite transformarem-se em luz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente fez-se um silêncio. A vergonha tomou conta do sol, da lua e das estrelas, pois perceberam que para aqueles que Te Amam, desde que partiste, qualquer um deles perdeu a beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então os três astros sentiram-se pequeninos perante a tua Grandeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Para a Nádia, pelo seu 28º Aniversário).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-2199598584920766597?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2199598584920766597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=2199598584920766597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2199598584920766597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2199598584920766597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/os-3-astros.html' title='Os 3 Astros'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SkH1XUuK-TI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6kTs4Y76bUI/s72-c/Cart%C3%A3o+anivers%C3%A1rio+N%C3%A1dia+IIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5890434699165872999</id><published>2009-06-18T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:17:47.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotomontagem By CTX'/><title type='text'>Para a Nádia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SjoFWJMovYI/AAAAAAAAA68/oOSpwmjfE_Q/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+e+lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SjoFWJMovYI/AAAAAAAAA68/oOSpwmjfE_Q/s400/N%C3%A1dia+e+lua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348593385440066946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrar o que eu sinto por Ti,nunca foi tão fácil... &lt;br /&gt;Além do meu carinho aumentar cada dia mais por Ti, tem esta Saudade... &lt;br /&gt;...aquela sensação de Ter perdido?! é mais ou menos o que eu estou a sentir, neste tempo longe de Ti! Eu sei que Tu Estás sempre do meu lado, mas é tudo tão estranho sem Ter ter por perto! Agora que já não podemos,já não conseguimos estar juntas... bate uma dor no peito...:(&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te Amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5890434699165872999?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5890434699165872999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5890434699165872999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5890434699165872999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5890434699165872999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-nadia.html' title='Para a Nádia'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SjoFWJMovYI/AAAAAAAAA68/oOSpwmjfE_Q/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+e+lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3133033449333656253</id><published>2009-06-10T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:42:18.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bela...Sublime</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQ2MjY2ODUxMTImcHQ9MTI*NDYyNjcwMTg5NiZwPTE3NDc1MSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz1hMWNjMjQ1ZjhlYWU*OTQxOTk4YjVhYzcwMWEwOTg1NQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotline.ws/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/865/sohwlsy19zoljhv.gif" border="0" alt="Fotline.ws" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" style="font-size: 15pt"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Partiste para te fundir com o sol, com as estrelas, com as flores, com o mar imenso... Deixaste-nos para fazeres parte do Universo sem fim, eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão facil ver-te: No brilho da lua cheia numa noite de Agosto, na luz duma estrela cadente passeando pelos céus, num pôr do sol junto ao mar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é mais fácil aínda sentir a subtileza dos teus "pianos"  no cantar do rouxinol que nos adormece, no murmúreo  dum riacho passeando entre salgueiros, na brisa que sopra quando o sol se põe.&lt;br /&gt;È fácil ouvir os teus "agudos" no assobio do melro ao amanhecer ou no trinado dum canário namorando. É fácil ver o teu sorriso nas orquídias que enfeitam as janelas, como no malmequer singelo e puro que nos visita em Abril.&lt;br /&gt;É fácil sentir o teu perfume, nos goivos que dão as boas vindas à Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;É fácil ver-te, ouvir-te, porque te fundiste com tudo o que é belo, sublime. &lt;br /&gt;Como tu és: Bela, sublime."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-3133033449333656253?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3133033449333656253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=3133033449333656253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3133033449333656253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3133033449333656253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/belasublime.html' title='Bela...Sublime'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-4070370281387626179</id><published>2009-06-03T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:42:42.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>II Encontro de Coros Nádia Oliveira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SiY3eVi0t1I/AAAAAAAAA44/E19hy2hZRZ0/s1600-h/Encontro_de_Coros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SiY3eVi0t1I/AAAAAAAAA44/E19hy2hZRZ0/s400/Encontro_de_Coros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343019002240481106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exemplo do ano passado, Arouca vai ser mais uma vez palco do &lt;strong&gt;II Encontro de Coros Nádia Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt;. O evento é integrado na semana cultural de Arouca e realiza-se no próximo Sábado, 6 de Junho, pelas 21.30 horas no Cadeiral do Mosteiro de Arouca.&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, poderão ver em palco os seguintes grupos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coro de Câmara de São João da Madeira&lt;br /&gt;- Orfeão de Portalegre&lt;br /&gt;- Orfeão de Arouca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de comparecer a mais uma bonita noite de tradições, onde a Lembrança da nossa Nádia Oliveira será uma constante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4070370281387626179?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4070370281387626179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=4070370281387626179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4070370281387626179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4070370281387626179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ii-encontro-de-coros-nadia-oliveira.html' title='II Encontro de Coros Nádia Oliveira'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SiY3eVi0t1I/AAAAAAAAA44/E19hy2hZRZ0/s72-c/Encontro_de_Coros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8665489454230090838</id><published>2009-06-01T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:49:56.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a Nossa Princesinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SiPAQEmuVXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/1oSp9yCMjqI/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SiPAQEmuVXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/1oSp9yCMjqI/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342324965338142066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Nada apaga esta dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Amizade que sempre existirá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dia em que nos voltaremos a encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Impossivel esquecer-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Angústia por não estares aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Susana Soares- Várzea- Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8665489454230090838?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8665489454230090838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8665489454230090838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8665489454230090838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8665489454230090838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-nossa-princesinha.html' title='Para a Nossa Princesinha'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SiPAQEmuVXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/1oSp9yCMjqI/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-6566489613098382743</id><published>2009-05-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:32:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois do Adeus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e09e5389d1c3ae8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e09e5389d1c3ae8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6193A3588B00CEFB05C3C43F38B14F81D7B6F37D.160F92D66504F92814C7A385F31A5EE0344B5A7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e09e5389d1c3ae8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxUBML4kjSbCRsDK0yzuRy21Hqo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e09e5389d1c3ae8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6193A3588B00CEFB05C3C43F38B14F81D7B6F37D.160F92D66504F92814C7A385F31A5EE0344B5A7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e09e5389d1c3ae8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxUBML4kjSbCRsDK0yzuRy21Hqo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois do Adeus, ficam as Memórias! &lt;br /&gt;Memórias próximas ou distantes,que nos arrancam lágrimas ou sorrisos. &lt;br /&gt;São os Pedaços soltos de algo que se viveu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As memórias são pedras Valiosas! &lt;br /&gt;Tão valiosas quanto os diamantes... &lt;br /&gt;A única diferença, é que estes diamantes, jamais poderão ser roubados! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem Tirar-nos tudo na vida, &lt;br /&gt;Mas as memórias são eternas. &lt;br /&gt;Tão eternas, como as Saudades que todos os que te AMAM sentem de TI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho Nádia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        14 Meses de SAUDADE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6566489613098382743?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e09e5389d1c3ae8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6566489613098382743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6566489613098382743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6566489613098382743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6566489613098382743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/05/depois-do-adeus.html' title='Depois do Adeus!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2155821214076974012</id><published>2009-05-21T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:33:19.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ShV0NbkDkTI/AAAAAAAAA4o/qGTTu8C6yng/s1600-h/DaY6-106-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ShV0NbkDkTI/AAAAAAAAA4o/qGTTu8C6yng/s400/DaY6-106-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338300707403698482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri quando a dor te torturar&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade atormentar&lt;br /&gt;Os teus dias tristonhos vazios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri quando tudo terminar&lt;br /&gt;Quando nada mais restar&lt;br /&gt;Do teu sonho encantador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri quando o sol perder a luz&lt;br /&gt;E sentires uma cruz&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus ombros cansados doridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri vai mentindo a sua dor&lt;br /&gt;E ao notar que tu sorris&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo irá supor&lt;br /&gt;Que és feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca olhei para ti sem encontrar um sorriso***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trabalho enviado por : CTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-2155821214076974012?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2155821214076974012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=2155821214076974012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2155821214076974012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2155821214076974012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorri.html' title='Sorri'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ShV0NbkDkTI/AAAAAAAAA4o/qGTTu8C6yng/s72-c/DaY6-106-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3428803182292142248</id><published>2009-05-14T02:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:23:16.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sgvi_aa3UnI/AAAAAAAAA4g/klsEN0ZwDk8/s1600-h/Orgulho+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SfcN5GFO0GI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-hhPClUNAkI/s400/nadia+em+livro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329743958552531042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Durante o tempo em que existimos há dias e dias... &lt;br /&gt;...Tem dias em que ouço as tuas musicas e sinto-me bem, porque tive o prazer de te ter conhecido, mas há outros dias em que não suporto a ideia de teres partido! &lt;br /&gt;Não é justo!&lt;br /&gt;Com esta tua partida, sentimos a tua falta e pensamos... porque teve que ser assim? Hoje dei por mim a pensar quantas coisas lindas tu fizeste, mas quantas e quantas tu foste privada de fazer... Sei que de certeza ainda ias fazer rir muita gente e fazer felizes muitos mais! &lt;br /&gt;Tu foste, és e serás sempre Especial!&lt;br /&gt;Consegues trazer à nossa vida, a tua alegria e o teu sorriso. &lt;br /&gt;Algo que me faz pensar que isto tudo é o destino, são as musicas do teu cd. Se as ouvirmos com o coração, e decifrarmos bem as letras, parece que em muitas delas tu já te estavas a despedir de nós! Por isso é que eu digo: Foi o destino! Destino este que é injusto porque te roubou de nós! Deus deve estar muito feliz, pois tem um grande anjo perto dele.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te! &lt;br /&gt;Olha por nós, Estrela"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1879997398984624699?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1879997398984624699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1879997398984624699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1879997398984624699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Serás Esquecida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2acf8366e0c15f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-9215757184484306069</id><published>2009-04-24T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:50:27.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Nunca Esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SfF9Rzg1HgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/PXpXDMxdrWw/s1600-h/Actua%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Susana+e+Elisabete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SfF9Rzg1HgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/PXpXDMxdrWw/s400/Actua%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Susana+e+Elisabete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328177578995162626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Homenagem é feita a pessoas que a merecem realmente...&lt;br /&gt;A Tua Homenagem foi merecida...Foste, És e Serás sempre um Ser Humano fantástico, cheia de qualidades, que nos enchem a todos de muito orgulho!&lt;br /&gt;Homenagear-Te foi um prazer...fizemo-lo à nossa maneira, mas concerteza Ficaste radiante!&lt;br /&gt;...Nunca Te esqueceremos! Que a Homenagem nao sirva para Te esquecer, mas sim para que Te relembremos sempre com um sorriso, como Tu sempre nos habituaste!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo para Ti Amiga...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-9215757184484306069?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/9215757184484306069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=9215757184484306069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/9215757184484306069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/9215757184484306069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-nunca-esquecer.html' title='Para Nunca Esquecer'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SfF9Rzg1HgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/PXpXDMxdrWw/s72-c/Actua%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Susana+e+Elisabete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-4784063378195635256</id><published>2009-04-21T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:20:20.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Se2d25gZ9II/AAAAAAAAA4I/UBA54j8o0Ko/s1600-h/nadia_blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Se2d25gZ9II/AAAAAAAAA4I/UBA54j8o0Ko/s400/nadia_blog+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327087500724401282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4784063378195635256?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4784063378195635256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=4784063378195635256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4784063378195635256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4784063378195635256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Se2d25gZ9II/AAAAAAAAA4I/UBA54j8o0Ko/s72-c/nadia_blog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8061848900918402708</id><published>2009-04-06T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:22:21.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extensão do Blog "Em Memória da Nádia"</title><content type='html'>Informo todos os visitantes , que foi criada uma extensão deste Blog.&lt;br /&gt;O objectivo é poder partilhar consigo, os vídeos, fotos e músicas da Nádia. &lt;br /&gt;Para não sobrecarregar esta página, criei um site, onde poderá encontrar verdadeiras "Relíquias" da Nossa Princesa. Neste novo espaço, pode ainda ouvir alguns dos temas que foram interpretados no espectáculo de Homenagem a Nádia Oliveira. Em Breve, iremos partilhar consigo, os vídeos dessa noite.&lt;br /&gt;Para aceder à extensão deste blog, clique na foto da Nádia, que se encontra à direita, identificado como: Extensão do Blog Em Memória da Nádia.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por continuar a visitar este espaço e, ajudar a manter a Memória da Nádia Oliveira bem viva, nos nossos pensamentos e nos nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Administradora do Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabete Soares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8061848900918402708?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8061848900918402708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8061848900918402708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8061848900918402708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8061848900918402708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/04/extensao-do-blog-em-memoria-da-nadia.html' title='Extensão do Blog &quot;Em Memória da Nádia&quot;'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8155174947383158175</id><published>2009-03-31T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:00:50.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Linda e Merecida Homenagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdIT_T5cssI/AAAAAAAAAzU/dQHnaQlHw8g/s1600-h/credencial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdIT_T5cssI/AAAAAAAAAzU/dQHnaQlHw8g/s200/credencial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319336088271893186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as palavras faltam para descrever tudo o que foi vivido, na Tua homenagem...&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite verdadeiramente mágica, com todo o Teu brilho, a Tua humildade, o Teu valor...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez nos encantas-Te, nos brindasTe com a Tua incomparável Voz...com o Teu maravilhoso Sorriso, com o Teu doce olhar...Foste simplesmente a 'NÁDIA' que sempre conheci, e nunca irei esquecer!&lt;br /&gt;Cantamos para Ti...sorrimos para Ti...Choramos por Ti...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto porque continuas a ser o mais belo de todos os seres, uma Amiga de coração, e porque temos muitas Saudades Tuas...&lt;br /&gt;Nádia, serás sempre lembrada e nunca, nunca esquecida!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo para Ti minha Princesa...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Aqueles que passam por nós não vão sós....Deixam um pouco de si e levam um pouco de nós!"&lt;br /&gt;( ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                 SAUDADE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8155174947383158175?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8155174947383158175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8155174947383158175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8155174947383158175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8155174947383158175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-linda-e-merecida-homenagem.html' title='Uma Linda e Merecida Homenagem...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdIT_T5cssI/AAAAAAAAAzU/dQHnaQlHw8g/s72-c/credencial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7665944402237263753</id><published>2009-03-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:28:33.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem a Nádia Oliveira</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Momentos de Ressurreição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdAf5lZHmfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_5E7Om23hK4/s1600-h/entrada+homenagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdAf5lZHmfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_5E7Om23hK4/s400/entrada+homenagem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318786234075027954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor, um poema e um sorriso à entrada do Cine Globo d’Ouro. Foi assim, desta maneira original, expressiva e bela que os convidados para esta homenagem foram recebidos, um a um. Lá dentro, uma voz - a voz da Nádia - enchia o salão de espectáculos, à medida que ele se ia enchendo também de pessoas que aí se dirigiam para homenagear uma jovem arouquense tão tragicamente desaparecida do nosso convívio, fez um ano no passado dia 25 de Março.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mim para ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdAdf5CnKXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/TAreU7J563E/s1600-h/rui+correia+e+miguel+brand%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdAdf5CnKXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/TAreU7J563E/s400/rui+correia+e+miguel+brand%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318783593649482098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espectáculo de homenagem a Nádia Oliveira organizado por um grupo de amigos, sob a coordenação de Elizabete Soares, começou com um belíssimo texto “De mim para ti” escrito por Miguel Brandão e a que Elvira Tavares emprestou a gravação da voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoiado pela projecção de imagens e pequenos clips de vídeo sobre momentos vividos por Nádia Oliveira, este primeiro número, acompanhado a piano e a flauta, constituiu o primeiro momento de ressurreição dos muitos que se iriam seguir, ao longo de mais de três horas de  espectáculo, em que foram evocados alguns dos muitos momentos musicais a que a sua voz e a arte do piano deram existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim foram apresentados inúmeros clips de vídeo, muitos deles inéditos para a maior parte do público e revivendo momentos, não só de âmbito mais local, mas também alguns de âmbito nacional, partilhados com alguns conhecidos apresentadores da televisão portuguesa, em concursos musicais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre o virtual e o real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdAentGeuXI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fFTLyvfQmk4/s1600-h/elisabete+e+susana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdAentGeuXI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fFTLyvfQmk4/s400/elisabete+e+susana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318784827395062130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a evocação de cada um desses momentos artísticos eram recriadas ao vivo, por amigos ou por grupos a que Nádia Oliveira se ligou através da arte musical, algumas das suas mais significativas interpretações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desses grupos, além do Orfeão de Arouca,  refira-se a actuação do grupo Tunaite que, através de um interessante e bem conseguido jogral, evocou momentos académicos partilhados com Nádia Oliveira, não só na vertente cultural, como também na vertente recreativa e de lazer. “Como foi boa a tua amizade e bom aprender com a tua humildade!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se os aplausos da plateia uniam indistintamente, quer os momentos reais, quer os virtuais, tornando por vezes muito ténue a diferença entre eles, a verdade é que a inevitável lembrança daquele fatídico 25 de Março de 2008 acabaria por interromper toda aquela magia de ressurreição virtual, remetendo-nos de novo à realidade nua e crua da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A homenagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participaram nesta homenagem, além dos grupos Orfeão de Arouca, Academia de Santa Maria da Feira, os D’Arc, Tunaite, Lusitânia e o Grupo de Várzea, um grupo de amigos constituído por Elizabete Soares, Susana  Gonçalves, Rita Gomes, Rui Correia, Tony Noites e Miguel Brandão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdFFLNwoacI/AAAAAAAAAzE/094YRrT8uQs/s1600-h/laranjinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdFFLNwoacI/AAAAAAAAAzE/094YRrT8uQs/s400/laranjinhas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319108693875780034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez com o intuito de emoldurar com alguma suavidade a crueza da vida quiseram os organizadores desta homenagem a Nádia Oliveira entregar aos seus familiares mais próximos algumas lembranças constituídas essencialmente por flores e por reproduções de diversas fotos da filha, na convicção de que “lembrar é fácil para quem tem memória, mas esquecer é difícil para quem tem coração!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retirado do Blog : http://mirante.aroucaonline.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7665944402237263753?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7665944402237263753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7665944402237263753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7665944402237263753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7665944402237263753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/homenagem-nadia-oliveira-momentos-de.html' title='Homenagem a Nádia Oliveira'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SdAf5lZHmfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_5E7Om23hK4/s72-c/entrada+homenagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1415153268023636045</id><published>2009-03-25T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:24:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nádia 25/03/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScrJ-pvQvVI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ksw6Lig50wg/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia_gervera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScrJ-pvQvVI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ksw6Lig50wg/s400/N%C3%A1dia_gervera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317284388257447250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que foi, a pessoa que fica&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamento sempre está.&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança autentica&lt;br /&gt;eternamente ficará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Beleza e talento&lt;br /&gt;Esteve em pleno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De amor e carinho&lt;br /&gt;Fez seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vida é de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;a sua partida é de muita saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que mais sentem a ausencia&lt;br /&gt;lembrem-se que quanto maior é essa dor&lt;br /&gt;maior é o valor da pessoa que partiu&lt;br /&gt;Conviveram e partilharam em abundância&lt;br /&gt;cumpriram o vosso dever,&lt;br /&gt;agora só resta recordar&lt;br /&gt;porque mais não podem fazer&lt;br /&gt;é só nunca esquecer&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que foi, a pessoa que fica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por:Jacinta Pinto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1415153268023636045?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1415153268023636045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1415153268023636045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1415153268023636045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1415153268023636045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/nadia-250309.html' title='Nádia 25/03/09'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScrJ-pvQvVI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ksw6Lig50wg/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia_gervera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8230049377072936129</id><published>2009-03-25T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:58:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nádia:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpGevav1rI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pU4t6E-DMp4/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+saudade+1+ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpGevav1rI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pU4t6E-DMp4/s400/N%C3%A1dia+saudade+1+ano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317139804002965170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado Por: FM.TX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8230049377072936129?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8230049377072936129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8230049377072936129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8230049377072936129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8230049377072936129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/nadia.html' title='Nádia:'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpGevav1rI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pU4t6E-DMp4/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+saudade+1+ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-6210992725890805203</id><published>2009-03-25T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:42:32.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Ano de Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpCw-YGcbI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IWlu4fD3GyM/s1600-h/Um+ano+de+Saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpCw-YGcbI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IWlu4fD3GyM/s400/Um+ano+de+Saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317135719209529778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: JNTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6210992725890805203?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6210992725890805203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6210992725890805203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6210992725890805203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6210992725890805203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-ano-de-saudade.html' title='Um Ano de Saudade'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpCw-YGcbI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IWlu4fD3GyM/s72-c/Um+ano+de+Saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7734103803947675759</id><published>2009-03-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:35:03.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São Tantas as Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpAyPNKbrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HxqjyODcFmk/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+1+ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpAyPNKbrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HxqjyODcFmk/s400/N%C3%A1dia+1+ano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317133541883670194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7734103803947675759?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7734103803947675759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7734103803947675759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7734103803947675759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7734103803947675759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/sao-tantas-as-saudades.html' title='São Tantas as Saudades...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScpAyPNKbrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HxqjyODcFmk/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+1+ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-661664196143187360</id><published>2009-03-25T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:22:19.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Miss You Like Crazy"</title><content type='html'>Neste dia tão triste, não existem palavras que nos confortem e nada que nos faça aceitar e acreditar, que partiste! Hoje revivemos o fatídico dia em que nos deixaste, lembramos o desespero que sentimos com a notícia, o estado de choque em que ficamos e do qual ainda não conseguimos sair! Ainda consigo sentir o teu toque, o teu cheiro, ver o teu sorriso, ouvir a tua voz, as tuas gargalhas... e é tudo tão nítido, como se estivesses bem pertinho de mim. Ainda não consegui ultrapassar este sentimento de revolta e injustiça pelo que aconteceu... Perdoa-me por isso! Não consigo aceitar que outra pessoa cante, aquilo que ficou marcado pela tua voz... Perdoa-me por isso! E peço-te perdão porque te conheço tão bem, ao ponto de saber que nada disso tem importância para ti. Para mim também não teria importância nenhuma, desde que aqui estivesses. Estou a ser egoísta? Talvez! Mas neste momento, não consigo encontrar outra forma de lidar com esta dor que me consome, desde que foste embora, sem fazeres um último dueto comigo, sem avisares ninguém, sem um "Até já"...Ah Nádia... Para mim, eras daquelas pessoas que sempre imaginei Imortais, alguém a quem nunca nada de mal poderia acontecer...porque não merecias. Não merecias tu e não mereciamos nós ficarmos sem ti! No próximo Sábado, os teus Amigos que partilharam o palco contigo ao longo da vida, vão Homenagear-te! Sabes Porquê? Porque para nós, continuarás sempre a ser IMORTAL, pelo menos nos nossos pensamentos e corações. SENTIMOS MUITO A TUA FALTA! JAMAIS TE ESQUECEREMOS! ATÉ JÁ, DOCE NÁDIA :'( Aproveito para deixar aqui um beijinho e um abraço de muita força à minha querida Isilda, ao meu Amigo Fernando, à minha pequerrucha Diva e ao Paulo. Sei que nada tem sido fácil para vocês. Se para nós, como Amigos, está a ser complicado, então a dor de uma Mãe, de um Pai, de uma Irmã e de um Namorado não tem comparação possível. O máximo que vos posso dizer neste dia de tanta tristeza, é que longe ou perto, podem contar sempre comigo (e vocês sabem disso). Muita Força para todos e lembrem-se que a Nádia está convosco todos os dias das vossas vidas. Um beijo no coração de cada um de vocês. &lt;br /&gt;1 Ano de SAUDADES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd38fbcdc6649a44" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd38fbcdc6649a44%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76153E044FDB79FE28A260411FCBE776093F3C4D.5E55F934C33D0FA3D48D2D31B498B44D83D6197A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd38fbcdc6649a44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYTFp6N7Dd1XR9Cc0d83Gb8KQ_3k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd38fbcdc6649a44%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76153E044FDB79FE28A260411FCBE776093F3C4D.5E55F934C33D0FA3D48D2D31B498B44D83D6197A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd38fbcdc6649a44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYTFp6N7Dd1XR9Cc0d83Gb8KQ_3k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-661664196143187360?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dd38fbcdc6649a44&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/661664196143187360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=661664196143187360' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/661664196143187360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/661664196143187360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-you-like-crazy.html' title='&quot;Miss You Like Crazy&quot;'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5892163686339896423</id><published>2009-03-25T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:07:54.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje senti saudades….</title><content type='html'>Foi com enorme consternação e pesar que há um ano atrás recebi a triste notícia que a Nádia nos tinha deixado.&lt;br /&gt;Não contava com tão curta passagem, ficou o vazio imenso que ela nos deixou… a Nádia era lutadora, determinada, amiga… mas é a vida, esta longa estrada com curvas imprevisíveis e derrapagens inesperadas. Resta a angústia e a tristeza do coração dilacerado. A partir desse momento comecei a encarar a morte como algo terrível, como um amargo “game over”, do qual resta um travo de que alguma coisa ficou inacabada.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a interrogar-me! Como é que é possível ter acontecido uma tragédia destas? Como é que uma pessoa fantástica como a Nádia nos pôde ter deixado assim…de uma forma tão trágica. Não queria acreditar nesta notícia tão triste. Fiquei sem saber o que fazer nem o que pensar, porque num instante tudo deixou de fazer sentido. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que para ser grande é poder fazer sempre coisas pequenas, que ser grande é não desistir quando as coisas ficam difíceis, que ser grande é ter humor para enfrentar os desafios, que ser grande é simplificar as coisas complicadas, que ser grande é ser pequeno no tamanho e grande na vontade…foste Grande Nádia, MUITO GRANDE.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo muito grande! Descansa em paz!&lt;br /&gt;12 meses de SAUDADE….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScoCX-IsDjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SzuLYZoOMX4/s1600-h/1+ano+N%C3%A1dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScoCX-IsDjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SzuLYZoOMX4/s400/1+ano+N%C3%A1dia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317064920903978546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Texto e Imagem Enviados por: Carina Brandão - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5892163686339896423?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5892163686339896423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5892163686339896423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5892163686339896423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5892163686339896423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-senti-saudades.html' title='Hoje senti saudades….'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScoCX-IsDjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SzuLYZoOMX4/s72-c/1+ano+N%C3%A1dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5481512603909963995</id><published>2009-03-20T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:46:03.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perder é Muito mais que Morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScPWOvqKrSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Iu9ut8MspZg/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+e+Susana+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScPWOvqKrSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Iu9ut8MspZg/s400/N%C3%A1dia+e+Susana+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327534027156770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'E Tu te foste Sem despedidas, Sem abraços, Simplesmente, te foste...&lt;br /&gt;Escutaste o chamado E nos deixaste...&lt;br /&gt;Doeu demais A Tua partida E a verdade Foi difícil de encarar. Mas aconteceu..&lt;br /&gt;O Teu tempo acabou E a saudade começou...&lt;br /&gt;No coração, uma dor. Na nossa vida, um vazio E no céu mais um sêr, Que iluminado Pelas estrelas, Que com certeza, Deus reservou para Ti, Encantará com o seu brilho A todos que, como Tu, Já estão ao lado de Deus...'&lt;br /&gt;Saudades NÁDIA...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado Por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5481512603909963995?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5481512603909963995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5481512603909963995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5481512603909963995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5481512603909963995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/perder-e-muito-mais-que-morrer.html' title='Perder é Muito mais que Morrer'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScPWOvqKrSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Iu9ut8MspZg/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+e+Susana+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-6937286456255053134</id><published>2009-03-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:43:08.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Pequena Lembrança Para Ti, Nádia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScKuQTcth3I/AAAAAAAAAxU/jA7w7muaxXM/s1600-h/N%C3%81DIAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScKuQTcth3I/AAAAAAAAAxU/jA7w7muaxXM/s400/N%C3%81DIAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315002105372444530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque uma memória dura para sempre, que as recordações sejam sempre do seu belo sorriso, da sua bela voz e dos seus belos gestos de amizade... &lt;br /&gt;****Saudade Estrela****&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Texto e Montagem enviados por : CTX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6937286456255053134?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6937286456255053134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6937286456255053134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6937286456255053134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6937286456255053134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-pequena-lembranca-para-ti-nadia.html' title='Uma Pequena Lembrança Para Ti, Nádia...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScKuQTcth3I/AAAAAAAAAxU/jA7w7muaxXM/s72-c/N%C3%81DIAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-223232884514908344</id><published>2009-03-17T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:20:57.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Verdadeiro Significado da Saudade</title><content type='html'>Em 30 de Janeiro celebra-se o "Dia da Saudade". Na gramática saudade é um substantivo abstracto, tão abstracto que só existe na LÍNGUA PORTUGUESA. Os outros idiomas têm dificuldade em traduzi-la ou atribuir-lhe um significado preciso: Te extraño (castelhano), J'ai regret (francês) e Ich vermisse dish (alemão). No inglês têm-se várias tentativas: homesickness (equivalente a saudade de casa ou do país), longing e to miss (sentir falta de uma pessoa), e nostalgia (nostalgia do passado, da infância). Mas todas essas expressões estrangeiras não definem o sentimento luso-brasileiro de saudade. São apenas tentativas de determinar esse sentimento que sentem os povos de cultura portuguesa. Assim, essa palavra saudade não é apenas um obstáculo ou uma incompatibilidade da linguagem, mas é principalmente uma característica cultural daqueles que falam a língua portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScBL-OopwOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BBbnXXD6MZA/s1600-h/Saudade+de+TI,+N%C3%81DIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScBL-OopwOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BBbnXXD6MZA/s400/Saudade+de+TI,+N%C3%81DIA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314331092749762786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora tentem traduzir a palavra SAUDADE, seja em Português ou em qualquer outra língua, constata-se uma particularidade, que aquele provérbio nos mostra "Para a palavra saudade não existe tradução, o que ela exprime de verdade, só quem sabe é o coração.", palavras tão sábias. NÁDIA, há já quase 12 meses, sim 1 ano completo, que partiste e nos deixaste nesta onda de consternação, sofrimento e angústia, mas mais do que isso, também de… ENORMES SAUDADES. Sofre-se, lamenta-se, revolta-se, pensa-se e torna-se a pensar em tudo, mas pior que tudo isso são essas “malditas” saudades, e digo malditas porque elas existem e “só existem” porque ela já não tá cá… todos sentimos a falta de algo, de apenas uma pessoa que quando nos brindava com a sua presença, tinha o dom de transformar um pouco as coisas, dar alegria ao nosso dia-a-dia quer de forma directa ou mesmo indirecta, bastava um sorriso seu, uma palavra ou então uma melodia, as quais sabia interpretar de uma maneira sublime e única. Infelizmente como tudo na vida há algo que começa e acaba, que nasce, vive e que… infelizmente e inevitavelmente tem de partir deste mundo. Sim digo “Partir deste mundo”, o que é totalmente diferente de “morrer”, porque ela nos nosso Corações nunca morrerá e isso está à vista neste Blog, com toda a dedicação e amor demonstrado por todas as pessoas que o continuam a visitar ajudando e muito a combater essa tal… tremenda Saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Nós, meros e míseros seres humanos, pois não temos poderes para nada e nestas adversidades é que percebemos aquilo que realmente somos, as fragilidades que possuímos e o quanto desprotegidos que estamos, não podemos fazer nada para mudarmos o rumo dos acontecimentos, sentimo-nos tão impotentes e fracos. Mas quando tais catástrofes acontecem, além de lamentarmos, de sofrermos e de chorarmos muito por perdermos alguém que nos era muito querido e qual não vamos ver… nunca mais, temos também o dever e a obrigação de cuidarmos de nós que ficamos aqui, sós, tristes mas vivos ou meio-vivos mas ainda respiramos. Cabe-nos a nós encontrarmos forças para enfrentar as sequelas que ficam e que não são poucas, nem de perto nem de longe, só quem passa por elas é que sabe daquilo que falo. Temos que nos agarrarmos a algo, que lutarmos, que buscarmos essa força interior que existe dentro de nós e que muitas as vezes, ou melhor, que 95% das vezes possuímos mas não temos noção disso e desconhecemos a sua existência e as nossas capacidades de recuperação e de reacção. Cabe-nos agora a nós, passados este longo período de ausência, termos coragem suficiente para seguir em frente, para tentarmos curar essa enorme ferida que se abriu, claro que nada será como dantes, algo está diferente e estranho mas temos que ser muito fortes e aprender cada vez mais a viver com essa ausência, com essa dor, com essa estranheza e com essa saudade. Não, não estou a pedir que a esqueçamos, não, isso jamais! Aquilo que peço é que unamos as nossas forças e que consigamos ultrapassar tudo isto que ainda está bem presente nas nossas cabeças e na nossa memória. É que já se passaram quase um ano completo mas ainda hoje não nos conformamos daquilo que se passou, não dá mesmo para acreditar. E mais difícil ainda era para quem fazia parte da vida DELA mas de forma directa e activa, é a esses entes queridos que temos de continuar a dar forças, a transmitir a nossa força, a nossa ajuda, o nosso carinho, o nosso ombro-amigo, a nossa compreensão e a nossa… energia positiva. Eu espero sinceramente conseguir, embora pouco, contribuir para ajudar a suportar a dor da perda e da ausência de uma pessoa que para muitos era apenas o MUNDO, esse mesmo mundo que desabou no dia 25 MARÇO do ano de 2008. Não, não tenho poderes sobrenaturais nem nada do género mas sei que tenho (eu como tantos outros, no fundo cada um de nós é assim, basta querermos) vontade, compreensão, algumas palavras para tentar dar um alento ainda por pouco que ele seja mas como dizia a Madre Teresa de Calcutá “O Oceano é feito de inúmeras gotas, mas não pensem nunca que uma ou outra é insignificante. Pois se faltar apenas uma gota, o Oceano já será menor”. É muito simples, a união faz a força. Eu dentro de um longo leque de pessoas desde ‘o primeiro minuto’ tentamos dar o nosso pequeno contributo, pois nestas situações por muitos que sejamos, parecemos sempre poucos, e reafirmo-o aqui “Podem continuar a contar comigo” (a D. Isilda, o Sr. Fernando, a Diva, o Paulo, o Hélio etc., etc. e etc.) para ajudar a travar esta dura luta. A vida é muito injusta, isto nunca deveria ter acontecido, mas uma vez que infelizmente aconteceu, vamos tentar levar a vida para a frente conforme podemos, não temos outro remédio. Também temos de pensar assim “Se ela aqui andasse de certeza que era assim que queria que levássemos a vida, desta maneira que a vivêssemos, com um sorriso nos lábios e com muita força, sempre disposta a ajudar naquilo que podia, não a podemos decepcionar por mais forças que nos faltem, não, isso jamais! Pelo menos em vida era assim que ela o era, quem tem a coragem de o negar?&lt;br /&gt;Quero também aqui mostrar a minha admiração pela Coragem como essas mesmas pessoas têm conseguido enfrentar todo este pesadelo, a maior parte delas nem se apercebeu disso mas estão a consegui-lo fazer e da melhor maneira possível. Se custa? E de que maneira mas a vida assim o obriga. Espero com este meu enorme texto não estar a ser incómodo, a ferir susceptibilidades nem a ser desagradável, (se por acaso o fiz peço desde já as mais humildes desculpas, não era essa a minha intenção), apenas quero tentar transmitir força às pessoas e mais uma vez mostrar a minha disponibilidade para o que for preciso e que… podem sempre contar comigo, naquilo que eu poder… fá-lo-ei com toda a certeza e determinação!&lt;br /&gt;Permite-me também uma palavrinha para ti, Elizabete, uma verdadeira amiga, continuas a sê-lo (nada que me tenha por isso espantado) e conseguiste um grande feito, o de proporcionares de uma forma mais forte e bem conseguida que a Nádia esteja bem viva dentro do Coração de todos nós, com este magnífico Blog, onde podemos “matar saudades”, participar, dizer o que pensamos e aquilo que realmente vai na nossa alma, desabafar e sobretudo ampararmo-nos uns aos outros, convivendo com a verdadeira e dura realidade e enfrentando-a, ajudando a minimizá-la e a ultrapassá-la. Pois quando criaste o Blog não o fizeste como a maioria das pessoas o fazem, com o objectivo de ter sucesso e de alcançar muitas visitas para proveito próprio. Fizeste sim, para tentares desabafar, tentares descarregar essas energias negativas que te estavam a consumir, pois em vida sempre quiseste fazer o bem e o melhor para ela, e nem depois da sua “partida” isso mudou em ti, fico muito feliz por ti, é essa a verdadeira essência da vida, sempre amiga e leal. E graças a essa tua ideia, a essa tua forma e força de expressão, todos nós podemos contribuir e estarmos juntos nesta causa e nesta luta. É incrível, mais de 10.000 visitas em cerca de dez, onze meses, só isso já diz muito. Não estás sozinha nesta tua acção, e embora isto é coisa que nunca se deva agradecer, pois as pessoas que o visitam não o fazem com essa intenção, mesmo assim não resisto e digo… “Parabéns e Muito Obrigado por tudo”, isto sim é mostrar o melhor lado do ser humano e o que este tem de bom e de útil.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que as mais belas palavras sempre saem dos mais belos Corações. Mas não é menos verdade dizer que os mais lindos gestos e acções sempre saem dos mais belos e mais ricos Corações. Realmente, A SAUDADE EM VEZ DE UM PONTO, É SIM UMA VÍRGULA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Texto e Imagem enviados por Rui Garrido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-223232884514908344?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/223232884514908344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=223232884514908344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/223232884514908344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/223232884514908344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-verdadeiro-significado-da-saudade.html' title='O Verdadeiro Significado da Saudade'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/ScBL-OopwOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BBbnXXD6MZA/s72-c/Saudade+de+TI,+N%C3%81DIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7880129062548161069</id><published>2009-03-11T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:13:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil e Difícil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SbgpYomrPrI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OGwAQwLnjVc/s1600-h/POstal+N%C3%A1dia+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SbgpYomrPrI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OGwAQwLnjVc/s400/POstal+N%C3%A1dia+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312041263676735154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por JNTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7880129062548161069?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7880129062548161069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7880129062548161069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7880129062548161069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7880129062548161069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/facil-e-dificil.html' title='Fácil e Difícil'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SbgpYomrPrI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OGwAQwLnjVc/s72-c/POstal+N%C3%A1dia+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-6827455973686522982</id><published>2009-03-06T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:53:43.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos que não desaparecem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SbFGvqq19UI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CT60xmhvB74/s1600-h/n%C3%A1dia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SbFGvqq19UI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CT60xmhvB74/s400/n%C3%A1dia+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310103220368307522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho por este meio e pela primeira vez, porque até agora não consegui, dizer a todos e principalmente a ti, que penso na NADIA todos os dias. Só em pensar que uma rapariga que andou na escola comigo e que é da minha idade, ja não está entre nós, dá-me arrepios...foi das noticias que mais me entristeceu, mas penso que DEUS a levou porque precisava de uma Estrela... a ti Elisabete o meu muito obrigada por tudo o que fazes por Ela, para que nunca caia em esquecimento... aos Pais e à Diva um beijinho com muita força e para o Paulo que ele olhe todas as noites para o Céu, porque a Estrela que mais brilhar é Ela, e está tambem a tomar bem conta dele.... Muito obrigada e muitos beijinhos a ti, Elisabete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto Enviado por: Andreia - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6827455973686522982?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6827455973686522982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6827455973686522982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6827455973686522982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6827455973686522982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentimentos-que-nao-desaparecem.html' title='Sentimentos que não desaparecem'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SbFGvqq19UI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CT60xmhvB74/s72-c/n%C3%A1dia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8712219664762902645</id><published>2009-03-03T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:13:28.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sa3VsfsBkVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fWm_oVrB0B8/s1600-h/Princesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sa3VsfsBkVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fWm_oVrB0B8/s400/Princesa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309134496136794450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8712219664762902645?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8712219664762902645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8712219664762902645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8712219664762902645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8712219664762902645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/princesa.html' title='Princesa'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/Sa3VsfsBkVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fWm_oVrB0B8/s72-c/Princesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-371066120162080170</id><published>2009-02-25T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:20:30.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere ( Em qualquer lugar)</title><content type='html'>É impressionante como num simples piscar de olhos o tempo vai passando! Quando percebemos, estamos de novo no dia 25, a lembrar a partida da nossa Nádia para um outro lugar, que não neste mundo. Por cá ficamos nós, com o coração apertado, a dor e a saudade constante por esta perda, que não sei se algum dia conseguiremos superar.&lt;br /&gt;E já lá vão 11 Meses...&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre, para marcar esta data, coloco um video neste blog, de forma a que todos os que o visitam, possam "matar" um pouquinho das muitas saudades que sentem da Nádia. Por razões que em breve serão conhecidas, tenho sido uma priveligiada por me encontrar na posse de verdadeiras relíquias que dizem respeito à nossa Princesa.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto via todos os videos, deparei-me com um momento que fez com que fosse inevitável que as lágrimas caíssem pela minha face. Confesso que fui apanhada de surpresa... Não contava com isto! O tema que vão ouvir neste vídeo, é um tema pelo qual tenho uma especial adoração desde os meus 15/16 anos. A minha paixão era tão grande que corri tudo à procura do karaoke do tema, até que enfim o consegui encontrar. Não sei como... mas consegui! Eu e a Nádia, tinhamos uma mala em conjunto, onde colocavamos os nossos instrumentais para os diversos eventos onde nos apresentavamos. Falei sobre ele com a Nádia e disse-lhe que tinha de experimentar cantar essa música porque eu não tinha "pedalada" para lá chegar :). A música ficou guardada na malinha e nunca mais se falou no assunto... Nem foi preciso. O resultado está neste vídeo! Uma interpretação divinal do tema " Somewhere" de Barbra Streisand. Tomei a liberdade de fazer a tradução da letra desta canção, porque é realmente especial. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Nádia por teres deixado ficar mais esta verdadeira jóia connosco.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para dedicar este vídeo em especial à Isilda Garrido, Mãe da Nádia ( e você sabe porquê :) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-998b0e4f52fdb036" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D998b0e4f52fdb036%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F324A510D99FA253E197F1748C7D1C42065D5C6.2458A9C9ECEC3A06CCFFCE8BEAED77F3E7A6A4E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D998b0e4f52fdb036%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXk4ZF9qIhL3V3MqfcQ0q9H2AIXE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D998b0e4f52fdb036%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F324A510D99FA253E197F1748C7D1C42065D5C6.2458A9C9ECEC3A06CCFFCE8BEAED77F3E7A6A4E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D998b0e4f52fdb036%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXk4ZF9qIhL3V3MqfcQ0q9H2AIXE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ( Tradução da Letra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Qualquer lugar...&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia...&lt;br /&gt;Encontraremos uma nova forma de viver&lt;br /&gt;Encontraremos uma forma de perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Algures...&lt;br /&gt;Há um Lugar para nós&lt;br /&gt;Algures, um lugar para nós&lt;br /&gt;Paz, Silêncio e Ar Puro&lt;br /&gt;À nossa espera, em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para nós&lt;br /&gt;Algures, haverá um tempo para nós&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para estarmos juntos e tempo para sermos livres&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para aprender, Tempo para cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Um deste dias...&lt;br /&gt;Em Qualquer lugar...&lt;br /&gt;Encontraremos uma nova forma de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Descobriremos que existe uma forma de Perdoar...&lt;br /&gt;Em Qualquer lugar...&lt;br /&gt;Há um lugar para nós...&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo e um lugar para nós...&lt;br /&gt;Segura a minha mão e faremos metade do caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Segura a minha mão e eu levar-te-ei lá...&lt;br /&gt;De alguma forma...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia destes...&lt;br /&gt;Para Qualquer lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tradução: Elisabete Soares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 MESES DE SAUDADE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-371066120162080170?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=998b0e4f52fdb036&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/371066120162080170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=371066120162080170' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/371066120162080170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/371066120162080170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/somewhere-em-qualquer-lugar.html' title='Somewhere ( Em qualquer lugar)'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8225986597892459839</id><published>2009-02-10T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:13:21.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a Nossa Nádia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SZImKlOHJQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XoPxVG8KTVk/s1600-h/Watermark_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SZImKlOHJQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XoPxVG8KTVk/s400/Watermark_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301341674600342786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que choro?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que estou triste?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que não consigo suportar esta dor?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que partiste? &lt;br /&gt;Porque é que te foste embora?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que a chuva teima em cair em meu rosto?&lt;br /&gt;São só perguntas para as quais eu não consigo obter resposta! &lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma dor enorme no peito,&lt;br /&gt;E não há remédio para esta dor.&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste para o Céu, aí onde tudo floresce, onde o sol é radioso...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o raio de sol mais Brilhante és Tu!&lt;br /&gt;Não há um só dia que passe, em que eu não me lembre de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te estrela Nádia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: Susana Soares- Várzea- Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8225986597892459839?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8225986597892459839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8225986597892459839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8225986597892459839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8225986597892459839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-nossa-nadia.html' title='Para a Nossa Nádia'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SZImKlOHJQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XoPxVG8KTVk/s72-c/Watermark_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-5712183747018482187</id><published>2009-02-10T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:35:50.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Hoje eu chorei...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SZF0dwvwXUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kdGvMVnUa-w/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+L%C3%A1grima+notas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SZF0dwvwXUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kdGvMVnUa-w/s400/N%C3%A1dia+L%C3%A1grima+notas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301146291042016578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Senti um aperto em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;E arrepiar a minha pele, meus poros abriram-se,&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca estava seca e os meus olhos ardiam.&lt;br /&gt;Encolhi-me num canto&lt;br /&gt;Agachando, abaixando&lt;br /&gt;Queria na verdade esconder-me, no entanto&lt;br /&gt;Algo me consumia por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Queria pedir ajuda, mas não sabia a quem recorrer&lt;br /&gt;Minha respiração estava ofegante e meu coração a gemer.&lt;br /&gt;O frio e o medo&lt;br /&gt;Tomaram conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedade e receio numa intensidade sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu chorei...&lt;br /&gt;Chorei, chorei...'&lt;br /&gt;...Chorei por não Te Ter aqui comigo...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-5712183747018482187?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5712183747018482187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=5712183747018482187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5712183747018482187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/5712183747018482187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-eu-chorei.html' title='&apos;Hoje eu chorei...&apos;'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SZF0dwvwXUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kdGvMVnUa-w/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+L%C3%A1grima+notas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-6418751810039140344</id><published>2009-02-04T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:58:13.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYnJHp8M8kI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kNvKL7EqL74/s1600-h/pensamentoamigo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYnJHp8M8kI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kNvKL7EqL74/s400/pensamentoamigo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298987569932726850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6418751810039140344?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6418751810039140344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6418751810039140344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6418751810039140344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6418751810039140344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensamento-amigo.html' title='Pensamento Amigo'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYnJHp8M8kI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kNvKL7EqL74/s72-c/pensamentoamigo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8203180662874161292</id><published>2009-02-04T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:52:54.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Mêses se Passaram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYnHxc_W8CI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ku9C1sgB-o0/s1600-h/AMIGA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYnHxc_W8CI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ku9C1sgB-o0/s400/AMIGA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298986088987553826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Soares - Várzea - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8203180662874161292?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8203180662874161292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8203180662874161292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8203180662874161292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8203180662874161292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-meses-se-passaram.html' title='10 Mêses se Passaram...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYnHxc_W8CI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ku9C1sgB-o0/s72-c/AMIGA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8788741779116536465</id><published>2009-02-04T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:01:57.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Tua AMIGA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYl1l_kWq-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/5UufuA0SzZo/s1600-h/quadro__su.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYl1l_kWq-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/5UufuA0SzZo/s400/quadro__su.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298895732157623266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro ser tua amiga... &lt;br /&gt;Essa amizade que com o tempo se tornou muito pra mim. &lt;br /&gt;Esse muito que não me abandona, &lt;br /&gt;Esse muito que me encoraja, &lt;br /&gt;Esse muito que me faz rir, &lt;br /&gt;Esse muito que é meia felicidade, &lt;br /&gt;Esse muito que é meu remédio, &lt;br /&gt;Esse muito que faz falta quando não tenho a tua companhia. &lt;br /&gt;Essa é a amizade que substituiu meu outro sentimento de antes. &lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que se tornou pouco... &lt;br /&gt;O pouco do que eu queria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que faz tanta diferença, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que por menor que seja pra ti, pra mim cresce a cada dia, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que às vezes é tão grande que se esconde pra não te preocupar, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que se mostra forte, mas que por trás apenas chora, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que um dia quase encontras'te, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que nunca existiu antes, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que se conforma, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que não acaba, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que escrito aqui, supera o muito, &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que te adora... &lt;br /&gt;Esse pouco que agora é muito e eu farei de tudo para que sempre o seja...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca Te esquecerei...&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-TE... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Texto e Foto Enviados por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8788741779116536465?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8788741779116536465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8788741779116536465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8788741779116536465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8788741779116536465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser-tua-amiga.html' title='Ser Tua AMIGA...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SYl1l_kWq-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/5UufuA0SzZo/s72-c/quadro__su.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2300233485905276457</id><published>2009-01-25T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:39:03.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dói Perder Uma Amiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXyHj4ggX3I/AAAAAAAAAss/pQAEJHZ1Jyw/s1600-h/girassois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXyHj4ggX3I/AAAAAAAAAss/pQAEJHZ1Jyw/s400/girassois.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295256312414756722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partiste porque Deus precisou da companhia de um Anjo celestial!&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste-nos para ocupar o melhor dos lugares. Lugar esse que está reservado a quem tudo deu e fez para o ganhar! Tu conseguiste!&lt;br /&gt;Partiste, mas jamais alguém esquecerá a tua vontade de vencer na vida, o teu gosto por cada dia vivido, a alegria com a qual saudavas aqueles que amavas, o carinho que a eles dirigias… Nunca vamos esquecer o prazer da tua companhia…&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que partiste! Sabemos que não vamos mais ouvir a tua voz! Sabemos que não vamos mais poder apertar a tua mão! Sabemos que não vamos mais poder contar com a tua força!&lt;br /&gt; Mas, porque recordar é viver e porque tu o mereces, também sabemos que não morreste, vives para sempre nos nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;A perda de alguém é sempre sinónimo de sofrimento …contudo é também nestas horas que nos devemos transcender e acreditar no seu descanso eterno.&lt;br /&gt;A Nádia estará bem e a zelar por todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas, jamais serás esquecida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Texto e Foto enviados por : Carina Brandão - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-2300233485905276457?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2300233485905276457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=2300233485905276457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2300233485905276457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2300233485905276457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/di-perder-uma-amiga.html' title='Dói Perder Uma Amiga!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXyHj4ggX3I/AAAAAAAAAss/pQAEJHZ1Jyw/s72-c/girassois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-4772532325644342090</id><published>2009-01-25T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:24:30.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Primeira Vez Juntas - Dezembro de 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc01b53f0a8e0c90" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc01b53f0a8e0c90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6823132AFC43E87B45ADA31871E3D4248C75C714.217371B4277E7281C3A2500CBDE844D46457AA9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc01b53f0a8e0c90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7826wd-e_UHWFMnuyNiB8bGnrdY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc01b53f0a8e0c90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6823132AFC43E87B45ADA31871E3D4248C75C714.217371B4277E7281C3A2500CBDE844D46457AA9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc01b53f0a8e0c90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7826wd-e_UHWFMnuyNiB8bGnrdY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Meses de SAUDADES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4772532325644342090?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc01b53f0a8e0c90&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4772532325644342090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=4772532325644342090' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4772532325644342090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4772532325644342090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeira-vez-juntas-dezembro-de-1998.html' title='A  Primeira Vez Juntas - 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Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-4993914096246662112?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4993914096246662112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=4993914096246662112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4993914096246662112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/4993914096246662112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/estaremos-sempre-juntinhas.html' title='Sempre Juntas...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-614490379102437988</id><published>2009-01-22T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:07:20.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti, com muito carinho...</title><content type='html'>Hoje andava a pesquisar na internet e deparei-me com o teu animal favorito, a cheirar as tuas flores favoritas...&lt;br /&gt;Não resisti!&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe-o para te oferecer... Espero que gostes!&lt;br /&gt;Com um doce beijo, carregado de Saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXiL9ia5h-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/sDY55rAmP-U/s1600-h/popota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXiL9ia5h-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/sDY55rAmP-U/s400/popota.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294135251301926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-614490379102437988?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/614490379102437988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=614490379102437988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/614490379102437988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/614490379102437988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-ti-com-muito-carinho.html' title='Para ti, com muito carinho...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXiL9ia5h-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/sDY55rAmP-U/s72-c/popota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1159298371514273860</id><published>2009-01-19T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:08:15.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXSJIYQH_qI/AAAAAAAAAlU/HbdD-wzI3T8/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+jntx+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXSJIYQH_qI/AAAAAAAAAlU/HbdD-wzI3T8/s400/N%C3%A1dia+jntx+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293006239109217954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enviado por: JNTX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1159298371514273860?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1159298371514273860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1159298371514273860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1159298371514273860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1159298371514273860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SXSJIYQH_qI/AAAAAAAAAlU/HbdD-wzI3T8/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+jntx+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7803510845849589950</id><published>2009-01-15T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:00:43.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em cada Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SW9dkJONPqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Re3y0TR5Be0/s1600-h/N%C3%A1dia+da+su.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SW9dkJONPqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Re3y0TR5Be0/s400/N%C3%A1dia+da+su.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291550962715803298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por: Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7803510845849589950?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7803510845849589950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7803510845849589950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7803510845849589950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7803510845849589950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/em-cada-saudade.html' title='Em cada Saudade...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SW9dkJONPqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Re3y0TR5Be0/s72-c/N%C3%A1dia+da+su.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3628961661924342001</id><published>2009-01-07T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T04:52:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti, porque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791345757532&amp;amp;site=widget-5c.slide.com" style="width:350px;height:262px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791345757532&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5c.slide.com/p1/2522015791345757532/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Ti&lt;br /&gt;e sinto assim todo o meu peito se apertar...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: C.TX.- Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-3628961661924342001?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3628961661924342001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=3628961661924342001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3628961661924342001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3628961661924342001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-ti-porque.html' title='Para Ti, porque...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2072577801103131206</id><published>2009-01-06T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T04:54:05.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a NÁDIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SWNLQZdtOZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OSP5rnV55Xs/s1600-h/nadia+oval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SWNLQZdtOZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OSP5rnV55Xs/s400/nadia+oval.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288153132548569490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por : Susana Soares - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-2072577801103131206?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2072577801103131206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=2072577801103131206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2072577801103131206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2072577801103131206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-ndia.html' title='Para a NÁDIA!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SWNLQZdtOZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OSP5rnV55Xs/s72-c/nadia+oval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-2379935361665487955</id><published>2008-12-29T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:43:32.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SVkY-7ZryZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AZv_ROzFo84/s1600-h/Nova+imagem+(10).png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SVkY-7ZryZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AZv_ROzFo84/s400/Nova+imagem+(10).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285283107072362898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta vida inteira, vi muitas definições de "amigo"&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma tão verdadeira quanto esta, que tenho agora comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi uma definição escrita, lida, ou mesmo falada.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tua atitude bonita, sem ter pedido nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não poupou as palavras, ditas com sinceridade.&lt;br /&gt;Foste leal, fiel, sem nenhuma maldade.&lt;br /&gt;Abusaste da franqueza dizendo o que achaste que devias,&lt;br /&gt;mas mantendo a fineza, que uma dama merecia.&lt;br /&gt;Mostraste-me o caminho que eu não deveria tomar,&lt;br /&gt;pois, como um pássaro cego, eu tentava voar.&lt;br /&gt;Na profundidade desse teu gesto, pude compreender:&lt;br /&gt;sabias muito mais de mim do que eu deveria saber. &lt;br /&gt;E nesse teu ombro amigo eu pude, inteira, me apoiar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que só queria tua mão para segurar.&lt;br /&gt;Para "amigo" não busco mais nenhuma definição,&lt;br /&gt;porque carrego esse teu gesto bem guardado no  meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho muito grande Amiga….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Texto e imagem enviados por: Carina Brandão - Arouca"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-2379935361665487955?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2379935361665487955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=2379935361665487955' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2379935361665487955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/2379935361665487955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/12/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SVkY-7ZryZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AZv_ROzFo84/s72-c/Nova+imagem+(10).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8575954113664137244</id><published>2008-12-25T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:04:39.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Natais Contigo... O Natal Sem Ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9728420b591403fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9728420b591403fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61E3E0D47AF4E679FF712FAC32EC14DC031E1629.2390293DAC3B647517A8D97FED4E88F24371864D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9728420b591403fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmygGvMIUtOnei9WQlk_22WRdAHs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9728420b591403fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61E3E0D47AF4E679FF712FAC32EC14DC031E1629.2390293DAC3B647517A8D97FED4E88F24371864D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9728420b591403fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmygGvMIUtOnei9WQlk_22WRdAHs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 MESES de SAUDADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo com muito carinho à Isilda, Fernando, Diva e Paulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8575954113664137244?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9728420b591403fa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8575954113664137244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8575954113664137244' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8575954113664137244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8575954113664137244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-natais-contigo-o-natal-sem-ti.html' title='Os Natais Contigo... O Natal Sem Ti!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1778816589978990962</id><published>2008-12-21T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:51:53.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimento aos visitantes deste blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SU6eUDexqXI/AAAAAAAAAks/BiqC98QuuYA/s1600-h/foto+para+blog+familia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SU6eUDexqXI/AAAAAAAAAks/BiqC98QuuYA/s400/foto+para+blog+familia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333480321132914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas duas palavras de agradecimento a todos quantos,no seu dia a dia,vão intervindo e consultando este Blog, " Em memória da Nádia ".&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que,cada vez mais,a nossa Nádia está connosco,com todos nós,e que se sentiria&lt;br /&gt;feliz por saber que tem tantos amigos a recordá-la.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Agradecimento enviado por: Isilda, Fernando,Diva e Paulo ( Mãe, Pai, Irmã e Namorado da Nádia).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1778816589978990962?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1778816589978990962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1778816589978990962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1778816589978990962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1778816589978990962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/12/agradecimento-aos-visitantes-deste-blog.html' title='Agradecimento aos visitantes deste blog!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SU6eUDexqXI/AAAAAAAAAks/BiqC98QuuYA/s72-c/foto+para+blog+familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3011212965330674711</id><published>2008-12-17T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:48:08.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor Presente!</title><content type='html'>Neste Natal, o noite está mais fria, o Sol não aquece durante o dia...tudo está diferente...&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de dar, receber,compartilhar...tempo de pensarmos ainda mais naqueles que nos são muito queridos, especiais...&lt;br /&gt;Todos os anos, tenho por hábito enviar cartões de Natal a todos os meus Amigos...Tu estavas sempre na lista, em primeiro plano...&lt;br /&gt;Mal recebias o postal em casa, mandavas uma mensagem 'Obrigada 'Gaja', gostei muito:)'...&lt;br /&gt;Neste ano não vai ser diferente, o Teu postal vai ser escrito,com todo o carinho e amizade de sempre...e sei que Me vais agradecer da msm forma,como só Tu sabias fazer!&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época, tentamos realizar os nossos desejos , pedimos presentes...sem dúvida o melhor presente que podería ter...era Ter-te aqui, para poder abraçar-te, ouvir-te cantar, ouvir essas Tuas gargalhadas...(: Sei que um dia vamos relembrar tudo isso...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em mim muito de Ti,está  no meu coração a Tua imagem, a Tua voz,o Teu sorriso, a Tua amizade...até o teu numero de telemovel não consegui retirar...&lt;br /&gt;Amiga, onde quer que Estejas, quero mais uma vez dizer-Te que Te adoro e que Fazes muita falta(:&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo grande... SU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SUlW2TSeXMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/xiLt1qBLQLA/s1600-h/suna.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SUlW2TSeXMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/xiLt1qBLQLA/s400/suna.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280847528959302850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Texto e Montagem enviados por : Susana Gonçalves - Arouca"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-3011212965330674711?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3011212965330674711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=3011212965330674711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3011212965330674711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3011212965330674711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-melhor-presente.html' title='O melhor Presente!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SUlW2TSeXMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/xiLt1qBLQLA/s72-c/suna.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7584327403788901591</id><published>2008-12-16T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:51:07.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geme o restolho preso de saudade…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SUekMpp2ZfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/iJ6XjXIxPLM/s1600-h/Nova+imagem+(8).png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SUekMpp2ZfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/iJ6XjXIxPLM/s400/Nova+imagem+(8).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280369625361966578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música que eu mais gosto, a melodia que me acompanha quando a saudade aperta e … &lt;br /&gt;Quando olho para trás há tantas recordações que surgem… &lt;br /&gt;Tantos momentos que ficaram por lá, perdidos no tempo… o dia-a-dia e as coisas banais que, num instante se transformaram num pequeno tesouro…&lt;br /&gt;À medida que o tempo passa é mais difícil e cada vez é mais intensa a busca desses momentos, a tentativa de os reviver, só para ter o prazer de te rever a sorrir… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geme o restolho, preso de saudade&lt;br /&gt;esquecido, enlouquecido, dominado&lt;br /&gt;escondido entre as sombras do montado&lt;br /&gt;sem forças e sem cor e sem vontade&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quando já o coração é pequeno e a saudade é uma montanha incontornável, “na alma a mágoa enorme, intensa, aguda”,&lt;br /&gt; tu dizes-me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é preciso morrer e nascer de novo (…)&lt;br /&gt;e a vida não é existir sem mais nada&lt;br /&gt;a vida não é dia sim, dia não&lt;br /&gt;é feita em cada entrega alucinada&lt;br /&gt;para receber daquilo que aumenta o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto e foto enviados por: Rita Gomes - Arouca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-7584327403788901591?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7584327403788901591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=7584327403788901591' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7584327403788901591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/7584327403788901591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/12/geme-o-restolho-preso-de-saudade.html' title='Geme o restolho preso de saudade…'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SUekMpp2ZfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/iJ6XjXIxPLM/s72-c/Nova+imagem+(8).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-3855355215195429662</id><published>2008-12-04T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:23:43.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota de Administração</title><content type='html'>Como administradora deste blog, venho por este meio informar todos os visitantes de que, &lt;strong&gt;por razões de força maior&lt;/strong&gt;, a partir de hoje não são permitidos comentários &lt;strong&gt;anónimos&lt;/strong&gt; 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Para deixarem qualquer comentário, terão que se &lt;strong&gt;identificar&lt;/strong&gt; através do &lt;strong&gt;nome&lt;/strong&gt; e respectivo &lt;strong&gt;email&lt;/strong&gt;. Coloco aqui esta nota, pelo respeito que tenho a todos os visitantes do blog.Além disso, a este Blog reserva-se, desde já, o direito de excluir comentários e textos que julgar ofensivos, difamatórios, caluniosos, preconceituosos ou de alguma forma prejudiciais a terceiros. Textos ou comentários sem a devida identificação de seu autor (nome completo e endereço válido de e-mail) também poderão ser excluídos.&lt;br /&gt; Se desejarem postar algo através do anonimato ( desde que os mesmos cumpram as regras estabelecidas), deverão fazê-lo através do meu email que se encontra à disposição de todos. As minhas mais sinceras desculpas para com os &lt;strong&gt;anónimos&lt;/strong&gt; bem intencionados. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Muito Obrigada a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabete Soares - Administradora do Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-3855355215195429662?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3855355215195429662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=3855355215195429662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3855355215195429662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/3855355215195429662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/12/nota-de-administrao_04.html' title='Nota de Administração'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-23999239948707591</id><published>2008-11-26T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:11:53.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SS08uZjMmiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Us09-gPz22c/s1600-h/saudade+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SS08uZjMmiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Us09-gPz22c/s400/saudade+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272937506550880802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUERIDA NÁDIA:&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tem memória é fácil lembrar-te…&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tem coração é difícil esquecer-te….&lt;br /&gt;8 Meses de SAUDADE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Trabalho e texto enviados por Carina Brandão - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-23999239948707591?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/23999239948707591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=23999239948707591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/23999239948707591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/23999239948707591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SS08uZjMmiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Us09-gPz22c/s72-c/saudade+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8873545646456998110</id><published>2008-11-26T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:12:37.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Meses de Saudade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SS07-ow_lwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JG-sgyehmkU/s1600-h/nadia+flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SS07-ow_lwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JG-sgyehmkU/s400/nadia+flores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272936686001559298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Trabalho enviado por JN TX - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8873545646456998110?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8873545646456998110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8873545646456998110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8873545646456998110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8873545646456998110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudade.html' title='8 Meses de Saudade!'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SS07-ow_lwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JG-sgyehmkU/s72-c/nadia+flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-8836933337537666627</id><published>2008-11-25T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:48:59.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque preciso de divagar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594050254579&amp;amp;site=widget-f3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050254579&amp;amp;map=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/z1/72057594050254579/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050254579&amp;amp;map=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/z2/72057594050254579/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide4.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050254579&amp;map=G" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/z4/72057594050254579/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou particularmente triste! Todos os dias ficaram mais tristes desde que partiste, e quando chega o dia 25 ainda me sinto pior. Soube hoje que mais um jovem de Arouca perdeu a vida num acidente de automóvel. Apesar de não o conhecer, sinto-me tão em baixo de forma... Passei o dia a questionar-me sobre a razão que nos traz a este mundo e que de uma forma cruel nos leva do mesmo. Por muito que tente, não consigo encontrar uma explicação plausível e aceitável para tudo isto... Uma vez que as lágrimas hoje resolveram deixar-me com os olhos inchados, saí um pouco de casa para apanhar ar e tentar amenizar a dor que trago dentro do meu coração. Enquanto caminhava, lembrei-me do primeiro concerto que demos, na antiga stop... Um concerto de Natal! Foi tão bonito! Cantamos para quase 400 pessoas... não cabia lá mais ninguém. Recordo-me que antes de começar o concerto, o Quim Albano lembrou-se de uma musica que podiamos cantar juntas: Merry Christmas da Marisa Monte... Nunca tinhamos ouvido o tema nas nossas vidas mas mesmo assim, fizemos um ensaio rápido e cantamos o tema perante toda essa gente... realmente... só nós mesmas para fazermos uma loucura dessas! Lembraste quando um dos nossos colegas de grupo começou a cantar o tema dos Band Aid " Do they know it's christmas time" e como não conseguia ouvir o início da música, tamanha era a confusão de gente naquele espaço, começou a cantar num tom que nada tinha a ver???? Partimo-nos a rir! Mandei parar aquilo e começamos a música de novo! Todos aplaudiam e nem "topavam" os erros que cometíamos. Arrependo-me de nunca ter gravado esse concerto... Nunca imaginei que fosse sentir tantas saudades dele... Eu costumava dizer-te: " Gaija, temos que repetir aquele concerto de Natal que foi demais" e tu concordavas com um sorriso e com entusiasmo, porque também adoraste essa noite! Mas essa repetição nunca aconteceu e agora é tarde demais! Diverti-me tanto a cantar ao teu lado... Sentia-me uma verdadeira estrela quando partilhava o palco cntg... Nós nunca fomos as melhores amigas. Aquelas que saem para tomar um copo juntas ou dar um pé de dança numa discoteca das redondezas, que partilham os seus segredos (apesar de termos partilhado alguns) e se telefonavam todos os dias... mas, acredita minha doce amiga, que sempre te admirei muito como ser humano e que sempre considerei a tua voz como uma das vozes femininas mais bonitas que já ouvi. Por isso sentia tanto orgulho de "alinhares" nas minhas idéias e partilhares a tua voz e o palco comigo! Sentia que tinha valor... as nossas vozes juntas deixavam todos perplexos! Pensar que isso nunca mais vai acontecer, deixa-me num profundo vazio. Pensar que ainda tinha idéias...propostas para te fazer e voltarmos a cantar juntas, e que agora já não te tenho, deixa-me de rastos. Eu vivo para este blog! Adoro quando recebo trabalhos dos teus amigos, família, pessoas que te admiravam, adoravam, sentem a tua falta e utilizam este espaço para partilhar aquilo que sentem! Já recebeste para cima de 7000 visitas... já viste? Percebes agora o quanto te amam? O quanto continuas a ser importante para todos nós? O quanto sentimos a tua falta? Enquanto eu viver, jamais deixarei que sejas esquecida! Farei tudo o que esteja ao meu alcance para que continuem a lembrar o quão brilhante tu eras! Como diz a canção que tu própria interpretaste e nos deixaste de recordação: " Há gente que fica na história da história da gente e outras de quem nem o nome lembramos ouvir..." Tu ficarás para sempre na história da gente porque o teu nome, para sempre iremos ouvir! Amo-te muito, Nádia :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-8836933337537666627?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8836933337537666627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=8836933337537666627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8836933337537666627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/8836933337537666627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-preciso-de-divagar.html' title='Porque preciso de divagar...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-6219933536756651422</id><published>2008-11-25T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T04:34:50.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Meses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SSvwy1K4sYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gZjbKbIbH4E/s1600-h/sem_t%C3%ADtul...bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SSvwy1K4sYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gZjbKbIbH4E/s400/sem_t%C3%ADtul...bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272572544824160642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enviado por Susana Gonçalves - Arouca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-6219933536756651422?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6219933536756651422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=6219933536756651422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6219933536756651422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/6219933536756651422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-meses.html' title='8 Meses...'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SSvwy1K4sYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gZjbKbIbH4E/s72-c/sem_t%C3%ADtul...bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-1362851711358681702</id><published>2008-11-25T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:49:57.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3910b87ef77e8492" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3910b87ef77e8492%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CDAF75DC84FA97D7B457FDC765D5597EE86852E.29E94F638E6F898112222887847BD1B4748D1A84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3910b87ef77e8492%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrC8cIju1cLIs5-vRz098_filyas&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3910b87ef77e8492%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CDAF75DC84FA97D7B457FDC765D5597EE86852E.29E94F638E6F898112222887847BD1B4748D1A84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3910b87ef77e8492%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrC8cIju1cLIs5-vRz098_filyas&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Meses de SAUDADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Beijo especial para a &lt;strong&gt;Isilda e Fernando &lt;/strong&gt;(Pais da Nádia), &lt;strong&gt;Diva &lt;/strong&gt;(Irmã da Nádia) e &lt;strong&gt;Paulo&lt;/strong&gt; ( Namorado da Nádia).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2385368751937666288-1362851711358681702?l=emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3910b87ef77e8492&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1362851711358681702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2385368751937666288&amp;postID=1362851711358681702' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1362851711358681702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2385368751937666288/posts/default/1362851711358681702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmemoriadanadia.blogspot.com/2008/11/porqu_25.html' title='Porquê?'/><author><name>Elisabete Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10126204009747688907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SieNgufNmYI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bpKInBsc8Mw/S220/Here+and+Now+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2385368751937666288.post-7257798306948143987</id><published>2008-11-24T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:43:53.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o_4cpzZm7xE/SSr1xuhI5HI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5MhWxDoktSM/s1600-h/nadia+susana+soares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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